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The concert is about to start, and INFP is bleeding everywhere.
“Sorry, excuse me, pardon me, coming through…” she manages, pushing through the throngs of people to run to the bathroom as her eyes burn with the effort to hold back tears.
This was supposed to be the best day ever. So why is everything going wrong?
When she finally gets to the bathroom, INFP quickly inserts a quarter into the pad dispenser and shuts herself away in a stall. She wipes away the few tears that have spilled, heaving a sigh. Curse her luck.
She’d been looking forward to this day forever, the day she’d get to see her most favorite idol on stage for the first time. Carefully saving up money wherever she could, facing her fears to finally leave her hometown for this trip, taking extra commissions to cover for the days she’d be off work…what she hasn’t done.
And now she’s crying in a bathroom mere minutes before Taylor Swift will be on stage.
INFP buries her head in her hands, wondering where it all went wrong. Why is she always so damn irresponsible?! She can practically hear her parents scolding her, even though she moved out years ago.
Eventually, though, she cleans up, sniffling but determined. She came all this way to see the concert, and there’s no way she’s letting her hard work (and money) go to waste just because her day has been terrible. So what if she had to spend way too much time chasing her lost wallet, the bus broke down for two hours while on the way here, and she accidentally broke her beloved water bottle, a gift from a childhood friend? It’s only when she’s washing her hands that she looks in the mirror and realizes what a mess she is.
Luckily her eyes aren’t that bloodshot, but her pants? Why the hell did she have to wear cream-colored pants today?! If the brown stains from her embarrassing fall off the bus earlier ( right into the freaking mud of all things! ) weren’t bad enough…She turns her back to the mirror, looking, and-
Yep. The brand new fit she’d bought just for this concert is now a mortifying mix of brown and red.
Before she can run out and never come back again in embarrassment (not that she’d actually do it, but god the option seems tempting right now), though, the door to the bathroom flies open, and it’s like the sun has walked in.
The woman who just walked in is tall, her many pieces of gold jewelry glinting even in the dull white lights, and though she’s yelling out something to someone outside the door when she arrives, she stops abruptly when she sees INFP. If INFP weren’t so embarrassed at being seen like this in front of this literal goddess - seriously, her smooth brown skin is clearer than a piece of glass and she looks like she walked right out of a fashion magazine - she’d laugh at the way the woman’s expression changes.
Miss Sun Goddess looks like she’s seen a ghost, gorgeously-manicured hands flying up to her glossy lips to stifle the gasp. “Oh my gosh .”
INFP flinches, cowering on instinct, and the lady seems to realize how her reaction must’ve seemed.
“Oh no, I’m so sorry!” Miss Sun Goddess immediately apologizes, clasping her hands together. “Shit, I didn’t mean to make you feel self-conscious. I just…” She winces, gesturing at the mess that is INFP’s clothes. “Oh my goodness. Girl, I am so sorry. Are you okay? You look like you’ve been crying…”
“I, um…” INFP fumbles with her words, and she can feel her cheeks heating up. Ahh, this is so embarrassing. “I-I’m fine. I just, you know. Had a rough day.” She shuffles back a little, hoping the lady leaves her alone so she can wallow in self-despair alone and not talk to anyone ever again. Unfortunately, Miss Sun Goddess doesn’t seem to get the memo because she steps closer, her hazel eyes wide with sympathy.
“Hey, I’m sorry to hear that. Do you want to talk about it?” Without waiting for INFP’s reply, she shakes her head as if mentally smacking herself. “Wait no, totally the wrong time.” As if on cue, there’s a loud knock on the bathroom door.
“We’re going to our seats ESFP; you take forever!” a guy’s voice yells. Miss Sun Goddess rolls her eyes, yelling back, “Fine, I’m coming! Geez!”
Turning back to INFP, she returns to a softer tone. “You’re here for the Taylor Swift concert, aren’t you?” When INFP nods, confused as to where she’s going with this, the lady continues. “What size are you?”
“S-Sorry?” INFP asks, bewildered.
“Pants size,” the lady clarifies, then reaches into the large bag she’s carrying. “I came in here to touch up my makeup, so luckily I brought my bag. I packed an extra change of clothes for later - you can borrow my pants if we match.”
INFP’s eyes widen, and she frantically rushes to decline. They met, like a minute ago! There’s no way she can possibly borrow this kind lady’s pants, especially not when everything she’s wearing looks like it must be at least a thousand dollars. “No, no, I-”
Miss Sun Goddess ignores INFP, though, just barreling on with complete confidence as she gives INFP a once-over. “Hmm, you do look kind of the same as me in the waist area. Let’s hope these fit.” She pulls out a pair of leather leggings, holding them out to INFP. “Here! They’re probably going to be long on you, but that should be fine.”
“I, I’m, I can’t…” INFP tries to say, overwhelmed, but the lady shakes her head, thrusting the pants into INFP’s hands.
“No, no, I insist. You really do look like you could use some new pants - sorry - and I can’t just walk out of here without helping. I’d feel guilty. So please accept, Miss…?”
“INFP,” INFP answers meekly, feeling another familiar sting of tears in her eyes. Never has a stranger been so kind to her before…she didn’t even think people like this still existed.
Miss Sun Goddess smiles, and it’s like the world has become a few shades brighter. “INFP, huh? That’s a pretty name. I’m ESFP, nice to meet you.”
“You too,” INFP barely squeaks before ESFP is shoving her into a stall.
“Okay, now come on, get changed! Taylor should be coming in any moment,” ESFP urges. “I’ll touch up my makeup really quick while you do that, okay?”
INFP hurries as fast as she can, and miraculously the leggings fit a lot better than she thought they would. They’re definitely loose and way longer than her own legs, but at least they’re not falling off. When she exits the stall, her old pants in hand, ESFP snaps her eyeshadow case shut, beaming at her in the mirror.
“Hey, look at you! Not a perfect fit, but you look good.” She winks, putting the makeup back in her bag.
“Um, thank you,” INFP murmurs, blushing. Her brain is screaming A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN SAID I LOOKED GOOD?! , but she forces herself to focus. “And thank you so much for lending me your pants; I really do appreciate it. So much. How can I return them to you after the show, though? I don’t want to keep them, they’re probably worth so much money, and…” She realizes she’s rambling and immediately shuts herself up, ears turning red.
ESFP looks a little surprised, then thoughtful. “Hm…honestly, I was just going to tell you to keep them-” When INFP opens her mouth to immediately decline, ESFP puts her hand up, laughing gently. “Hey, hey, I was going to. I can tell you won’t let me do that, though, and my friends will have my head if I force goodwill onto someone again, so don’t worry.” She taps a finger against her chin. “Hmm…Oh! Actually, speaking of which, why don’t you come sit with us?”
“What?” INFP asks, bewildered, but ESFP looks fired up now.
“Yesyesyes, this is so perfect!” She grabs INFP’s hand, tugging her out of the restroom. “Let’s go sit with my friends! That way we can enjoy the concert, but you can also feel confident that you’ll be able to return the pants at the end!” Then she abruptly stops, causing INFP to nearly crash into her, and swivels around, looking sheepish. “Wait, are you sitting with anyone already?”
“No?” is the only thing that manages to leave INFP’s mouth, and ESFP beams again, her grip on INFP’s hand tightening.
“Perfect! Then you really are free to sit with us!” As an afterthought, she adds, “Besides, no girl as pretty as you should have to sit alone at a Taylor concert of all things.” INFP’s cheeks immediately flush, but she has no time to scream and die internally about the compliment before ESFP whisks her away.