She pulled her hair pack into a ponytail so it'd be easier for him to put makeup on her face, then leaned forward in her chair so he could reach. "I know assholes exist. I just didn't think... I don't know. I don't know what I think, I guess." She closed her eyes.
"You don't like me, though." He might not have hated her, but he definitely wasn't her biggest fan. Which was fine. But why was he helping her?