twenty one || leslie's make-up

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There was a definite design flaw in Leslie’s mirror being opposite her loo, forcing her to stare at herself unless she closed her eyes, but she was used to it after living in the flat for so long. The thought had never crossed her mind to take it down, and she didn’t think twice before answering her phone while on the toilet.


“Hey, Les, it’s Greg. I was just wondering if maybe you want to come over for supper tonight?”

“On a Thursday?”

“Yeah, I know it’s kind of inconvenient and you’ve got work tomorrow, I was just wondering.”

“I’d love to,” she said, again without thinking. That sort of question didn’t need much thought going into the answer.

“I mean, I’ve got the kids still so, y’know, wear clothes.”

Leslie sighed, slouching over her knees with her knickers round her calves. “If you insist. I was planning on doing the trench coat reveal.”

Greg made a guttural sound. “Hold that thought, won’t you? Just a couple more days and I am all yours.”

“I have missed you this week.”

“I’ve missed you too. I’m sorry. I’ve just been so preoccupied with the kids. I’ll treat you once they’re back with Jas.”

Leslie paused, holding the phone with her shoulder while she stood and hoisted her pants up, letting her skirt drop down from her waist. She had yet to change out of her work clothes. “Got anything in mind?”

“Just you wait and see.”

She smiled at all the possibilities. “How is Jas, anyway?”

“She’s not bad. Mum popped up to see her yesterday, said she seems well. The kids want her back.”

Leslie kept her thought to herself, that going home would be the worst thing for Jas. Greg seemed to read her mind.

“I’m not sure she’s ready to go back, not fully.” He sighed. “Mum’s shifted some things around, taking a month or two off work to give her a hand.”

“That’ll be good.”

“Mmm.” He was quiet for a few seconds. “Frees me up for the weekend, though. Mum’s going to relieve me on Saturday, so maybe we can do something then?”

“Sure, though I’m at a wedding on Sunday, so nothing too wild.”

“Oh. Whose?” He sounded dejected, though Leslie didn’t pick up on that as she wondered what to wear for her much more imminent outing.

“Someone Mum knows. Clo’s dragging me along for moral support or some other absolute bollocks.”

“Oh. Cool.”

“Boring, more like. Anyway.”

“Anyway. If you want to come over around sevenish?”

“It’s a date.”

Greg let out a tired chuckle. “I’d have though Em and Freddie make it very definitely not a date.”

“It’s a date,” Leslie repeated. “And I can’t wait to see you.”

“I’ll be waiting.” He let out a long breath. “You know that red thing you have? The dress thingy?”

It was a t-shirt dress. Leslie knew what he meant. “Yeah?”

“Wear that.”

“Oh…ok. Want to tell me why?”

“Oh, God, I’m sorry, I don’t mean to sound like a prick, it’s just that you look stunning in it.”

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