Re: Face Painting
"Everything we didn't," she shrugged. "We've cooled down, thought things through..." she sighed. "Look, I liked where we were going before." Meaning that one night. "Call me pathetic, call me sad, call me prideful. I don't care." The colors adorning her face made her eyes seem brighter as she spoke. "But I want to try being your friend again. Why is that so much to ask?"