"-You really don't have to wait for me if you don't want to," Wanda pointed out to the guest in her bathroom as she frowned at her reflection in the mirror. Ten minutes earlier Tony had ambled into her room and announced that they were going to Billy's dinner together- Fine, but you'll just have to give me a few minutes, I'm not ready yet- and now she was fighting a losing battle trying to get her hair to do anything sensible. It seemed prepared to do nothing more than hang limply, despite an attack from mousse and a blow dryer.
Now she'd moved on to the curling iron, which seemed to be having a somewhat better results, though she kept shooting sidelong looks at the newly installed tall dark and handsome fixture standing nearby. He was making her strangely nervous- he'd been acting so weird lately, like he didn't want to be around her and even though he was warming up his appearance was still somewhat surprising. Anyway, she hadn't been expecting an audience.
"Ouch!" she'd managed to burn two fingers and flung the curling iron down onto the counter top, glaring at it and then at her reflection in the mirror. Putting her burnt fingertips into her mouth she turned to shoot Tony a pout, like he could somehow make everything right. It wasn't like she wanted to look perfect for dinner at Billy's apartment but was it too much to ask to look presentable?