This month there’s a long mirror right in front of Nicole’s bed. Or well. it’s always been there, all pretty and quite arguably cursed. Some hand-me-down from an aunt on her mom’s side. It hadn’t really been a particularly striking object; just another stray piece of home she brought with she when she moved out. She’d considered giving it back, or even selling it just to give her room some more space. But somehow, it’s managed to better define itself around the time Josh starts coming over.
It’s been a good few months into her relationship with him—long enough to notice all the quiet things. How every time the two of them go out, he seems to always glance a second too long when he passes by a shop window. How in almost every interval of 3 milliseconds, he’s fixing his bangs or touching his lips. She caught him checking himself out in her mirror the first time he stopped by her place.
Sure, it doesn’t really bother her—it’s adorable, honestly, but whenever she stops by the mirror in front of her bed, she can’t help but think about the thin imaginary line between vanity and insecurity, and wonder which side her boyfriend’s about to tip over if he took another step. Though, it isn’t any of her business anyway. Especially when she’s probably looking into it too much.