“And then we put this here…”

  “Lusia…”

  “Don't worry, you look good”

  “Okay…”

  The recess had started some minutes ago. Today I brought some cosmetics and other stuff that I borrowed from my aunt (also some cosmetics that she didn’t gave me). Obviously Aisha was my test subject so I tried things like lipstick, blush and in general, anything that would look good on her.

  “Do you like this color?”

  “It's not bad…”

  “It's a little weird seeing you with makeup though.”

  “Sorry.”

  “Don't say that, It's just unnatural. You actually look pretty good.”

  “Can I help you with something?”

  “No, I didn't bring mirrors, so you can't do your own makeup..”

  “I think you forgot the most important thing of the set…”

  “Look, it's finished.”

  Aisha flipped her chair to face the window. She was a little confused looking at herself. She even touched the reflection like it was something weird. After doing that she looked at me.

  “I really look like this?”

  “Yes.”

  “I didn't know my lips could be so red.”

  “I also did a good job with your cheeks”

  “Is this what embarrassed people look like?”

  “Kind of.”

  “...Embarrassed people looks good.”

  “Hehe.”

  Somehow I knew that Aisha liked her new aspect. Satisfied with my results I tried to get a bottle with water from inside my bag and drink, but I noticed something.

  “Ah, I forgot my bottle.”

  “Wanna drink from my bottle?”

  “Is not necessary, I will go to the drinker outside the laboratory.”

  “Okay…”

  “Wait me here.”

  With obvious haste, I stood up from my seat and started running. If I took too long, recess might end before I could try on any more makeup on Aisha.

  “We should have one a little closer…”

  When I reached the drinker I put my feet on the spot that activated it, letting me drink water. It would be a little better with a cup, but I can’t be picky when I’m thirsty.

  “That’s much better…”

  “Excuse me.”

  “Hmm?”

  I turned around to see a girl much taller than me. Her face was pretty, her skin looked very well cared, and her hair was long and beautiful. Almost every of her hair was black, but the last part of it was dyed purple.

  “Ah…Do you want to drink?”

  I stepped aside a little embarrassed. But she didn't approach the drinker. Instead, she looked at me.

  “It's not that, is just…Are you the one who sits behind Aisha?”

  “Huh? Yes, that is me.”

  “Perfect”

  It was a little sad that my first interaction with people besides Aisha was about…Aisha. But it also was intriguing. Maybe she was an Aisha fan (it would be curious if that was actually a thing.)

  “Do you need something with her?”

  “Are you her manager or something like that?”

  “...Probably.”

  “Haha, that's good. You see, I wanted to talk with her”

  “Do you wanna talk with Aisha?”

  “Yes.”

  “...What do you want from her?”

  “Hmm? Oh, I don’t wanna do a request or something like that, I’m just curious.”

  “About her?”

  Being curious about Aisha is normal. But that didn’t explain why she needed me for that. She could just talk to her. Aisha is cold but also responsive.

  “Yes. She is very lonely. Sometimes I wanted to approach to her.”

  “And why didn't you try it?”

  “I thought she liked to be alone. It was a surprise seeing her with someone everyday.”

  “...When did you see us?”

  “Huh? During classes.”

  “How?”

  “What do you mean? We are in the same classroom”

  That really surprised me. I really thought that she was older than me. I guess some people have luck with genetics.

  “So…You need my help approaching her?”

  “Yes, I don’t know nothing about her.”

  “...I can do that, I’m an Aisha expert”

  “Thank you Lucia.”

  “You're welcome…What was your name?”

  “I’m Camila.”

  After that, I returned to the classroom with Camila at my side. When we reached it, I saw Aisha poking the lipstick I left with her. It was weird, but a little cute.

  “There she is.”

  “What is she doing?”

  “Aisha stuff.”

  I slowly approached Aisha. When I was noticed she stopped poking the lipstick.

  “You drinked water…?”

  “Yes, but now I need you to do something.”

  “What is it?”

  “Can you please talk with someone?”

  “...I can.”

  I made a gesture with my left hand and Camila approached. She looked like someone sociable, so talking with Aisha should be easy. With that idea in mind, I stepped aside to let them talk.

  “Greetings.”

  “…Hello…”

  “My name is Camila, nice to meet you.”

  “Yeah…”

  The conversation started a little bad, but is natural. Now she just needs to say something specific to Aisha.

  “I've never spoken to you so I’m sorry if I’m being a little abrupt starting now.”

  “...No problem.”

  “...Good...”

  “Wanna know something about me?”

  “...”

  “...”

  I tilted my head wondering if Aisha was in a bad mood. She is a lot more responsive to me, but now she's too quiet.

  “I didn’t knew you have interests.”

  “...”

  “So…do you like being Lucia’s friend?”

  “I think…”

  “What do you like about her?”

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  “Well…she is sticky, funny, and likes dragging me to places.”

  “That is something good?”

  “Of course it is.”

  I didn’t expect that Aisha liked talking about me. Probably I was her easier conversation topic, but I felt a little flattered. Still, I tried to help Camila.

  “Aisha, at least you could see her when is talking to you.”

  “Sorry…”

  Obediently, she stared at Camila. Looking at her face apparently did something because Aisha tilted her head a little while stopped blinking.

  “...”

  “Is something wrong?”

  “I’m trying to remember you…”

  “I already told you my name.”

  “...Oh, Aren’t you the class delegate?”

  “The same.”

  “...I did something wrong?”

  “Huh…No?”

  “Is it something from the past?”

  “I’m not trying to scold you…”

  “Oh okay…”

  Camila (probably noticing how the conversation was going nowhere) tried talking about me again.

  “So…How is your relationship with Lucia?”

  “Our relationship?”

  “Yes”

  “Friends.”

  “I know that part, I wanna know how it feels.”

  “How does it feel?”

  “Yes.”

  She was probably trying to get some kind of profile. Her opinion about our relationship could give a lot of conversation topics. But, I wasn’t waiting for what she was about to say.

  “...Well…Mistress and servant?”

  “Aisha?!”

  I raised my voice after hearing that. There’s no good way to interpret that! I have no idea what Camila was thinking about that answer, but she raised an eyebrow and smiled.

  “I see…You both have that kind of relationship…”

  “That kind...? I guess you’re right…”

  “Don’t agree with something you don’t understand!”

  I tried to stop Aisha but Camila was clearly interested in her answers…Or in my reactions. I’m pretty sure she was giggling a little.

  “She is really important to you, isn't she?”

  “Yes…I appreciate her…I think…”

  “What do you feel with her?”

  “I don’t know…But, It doesn't disgust me”

  “I see, I see.”

  The way Aisha said all that…Was so embarrassing…She clearly didn’t know how easily her words could be misinterpreted. But unfortunately, I knew, and it was so obvious that it was the same for Camila.

  “Do you think both understand each other?”

  “I think it's the opposite…”

  “And still like to be with the other?”

  “It's complicated.”

  “I heard opposites attract.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “I don’t know.”

  I covered my ears trying to escape from this embarrassing situation. I tried to not look weird while I was doing it, but it probably didn’t work.

  “...”

  “And what can you say about-”

  “Can we please stop talking?”

  “Huh?”

  “Huh?”

  I looked at Aisha’s face really confused. She wasn’t discomforted or bothered, but she clearly didn’t want to continue the conversation.

  “Why?"

  “...The recess is almost over, Lusia wants to try more makeup on me.”

  “I see, it’s a shame. I hope we can talk more in the future.”

  “...”

  “Anyways, thanks for the conversation.”

  When Camila was walking away she stopped at my side and whispered something weird.

  “If both need help in something, I'll help.”

  She immediately went to talk with some other people. Now I was only with Aisha again.

  “Are you okay…?”

  “Why are you asking?”

  “...”

  Without saying anything Aisha pointed to my hand and I noticed that it was a little scratched.

  “...Dang it, I thought I covered my ears before doing it..”

  “Her questions stressed you?”

  “More your answers.”

  “I see…”

  I quietly sat in my chair facing Aisha with a calmed expression. I tried not to not say anything about that…But it was impossible.

  “Why did you answer that?!”

  “Was it wrong?”

  “You can’t just say something like that! I’m not that dominant!”

  “It seemed right to me...”

  “That’s not an excuse! Also what was that way of describing me?!”

  “That was wrong too?”

  “No but…Just…Agh…"

  I felt a little bad for raising my voice to Aisha. And I felt worse when she tilted her head like a sad puppy would do.

  “Aisha, I-”

  “Sorry…”

  “...I...I overreacted a little…Just…think before talking…”

  “Okay…”

  “Good…And…sorry for raising my voice”

  “No problem, I also committed a mistake…”

  “...”

  “…Then…how should I describe our relationship?”

  “Huh?”

  “If she asks again, what could I say?”

  “Well…Besties is a better word.”

  “You don’t have other friends?”

  “They’re all in my old school.”

  “Don’t you prefer them?”

  “If I say ‘yes’ it would be out of nostalgia. Right now you are my best friend.”

  “...Thanks.”

  “It’s nothing.”

  That way, we returned to our normal mood. During the rest of the recess I made her eyelashes prettier. She was quiet so it was easy. Thanks to that, I told her something I was thinking at the moment.

  “About one of your answers…”

  “Hmm?”

  “I’m pretty sure we will understand each other sometime.”

  “...I'll wait for that...”

  “Hehe.”

  That day I learned that being more patient would be something good for the future. At the same time, we did our first approach to a really trustworthy person.