XANIYAH stood before the mirror, adjusting her plain black t-shirt over her long denim skirt. The outfit was simple, but it carried a freshness that matched the sparkle in her eyes. She stepped back a little, turning sideways to inspect herself, her crisp white sneakers almost glowing against the wooden floor. With a satisfied nod, she reached for her small can of body spray, pressing the nozzle gently. A soft mist filled the air, leaving behind a fruity, calming scent that settled around her ...