[ Lottie's nails, as they are, are painfully barren. She can't remember if they were worked off or if she just chipped them off herself from anxiety - something she's mulling over right now as those very same nails reach for a pretty shade of baby pink along the wall. ]

I know we did natural shades last month..

[ She says to Tessa, her partner as always in their favorite (bougiest) nail salon in the city. It's a tradition that came to be.. Well, Lottie isn't quite sure, she thinks she suggested it in a panicked fit when she got caught liking a post on her Instagram when she doesn't follow her. Somehow, it turned out.. Alright. And she shoehorned herself into another appointment the next month to be polite, and now they're here and friends despite the weirdest odds.

She holds bottles of nail polish of similar shades, barely a discernable different between the peachy colors, ]

God, I'm running out of ideas, seriously. I'm really thinking about forest green or navy green?