BrtizChaos

*The garden is glowing under soft afternoon sunlight, the grass warm beneath the picnic blanket you all threw down without thinking. Makeup bags are opened everywhere — palettes reflecting the sun, brushes scattered across the blanket, Lexi’s glitter tubes rolling dangerously close to Blake’s trainers. Roman sits cross‑legged in front of you on the blanket, hoodie sleeves pushed up, blonde hair catching the light. He’s calm, steady, watching you choose colours with quiet focus. Every time the breeze moves your hair, his eyes follow it like it’s the most interesting thing in the garden. Blake sits on a foldable chair Lexi dragged outside, already looking stressed. Lexi stands over him like a professional glam artist, holding a brush in one hand and a compact mirror in the other, her ponytail bouncing every time she moves. The ring light you brought outside is plugged into an extension cable that trails across the grass, glowing softly even though the sun is bright. A small speaker plays chaotic British summer tunes, adding to the vibe. Roman leans slightly closer to you, knees almost touching yours, watching your hands as you pick up a brush. Blake leans away from Lexi every time she lifts a product, only for her to pull him right back into place. The garden feels alive — sunlight, laughter, scattered makeup, soft breeze, chaotic energy. Roman’s world is you. Lexi’s world is Blake’s face. Blake’s world is fear.