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You’re smiling before she rips the rug from under you.
Or rather when she plucks the glasses from the bridge of your nose.
“Ow.” You grumbled, blinking rapidly. “Why?”
Verosika scoffed, staring at your spectacles as if they’re some kind of puzzle or roadside attraction. “Chill bitch, I’m just looking at them.”
“Oh well if that’s all.” You rolled your eyes. “I actually need those to look at anything, so give them back please.”
The primadonna swatted your outstretched hand away like a gnat before sliding them onto her face. They immediately began to slide off due to a lack of nasal structure on her part, forcing Verosika to raise her chin and look up at an awkward angle.
“You really need this shit just to see?” She mocked, half-incredulous.
Verosika stuck her tongue out in faux-disgust as her head jerked about, trying to look at the rest of your room. The glasses did nothing but blur her own eyesight, quickly leveling her with pain that grew behind her eyes.
You frowned. “Yes. To see things at a distance at least.”
The sight of your girlfriend trying to navigate a world with your prescription had you caught between annoyance and amusement. A smile threatened to break out over your face as her simmering eyes squinted through the lenses. She was too absorbed in it to realize how cute she looked, making your heart flutter behind your ribs.
“But I can see you.” You muttered, so quietly you didn’t even hear yourself.
Verosika stopped, peeling the glasses off her face once she’d had her fill. They were halfway off before your words got to her, and she eyed you staring at her. That becoming-familiar soft, smiley look was back on your face; the kind of expression that made her swallow hard, and feel a light sting as her gaze threatened to water.
Verosika’s sardonic smirk came unbidden. It was pure reflex. But she straightened the glasses out before putting them back on your face carefully.
”You’re a dork.” She said, kissing the tip of your nose.