Emily was at the other side of the room dressing up. I brought out the muscle tank top from my wardrobe and wore it. I slid my legs in my jeans and used a blue jacket on it.

'This would do' I muttered.

By the time I was dressed, Emily was applying makeup. I grimaced and turned my gaze from her. It was strange seeing her waste all the time in front of the dressing mirror.

Could it be that she had suddenly began to look for attention or is beginning to feel pretty? I barely know her ...