“That’s him!” Xavier nudges Charlotte in the ribs. They watch from behind the register—average height, blue suit taute around his muscles, a blonde’s arm hooked in his.

“But I’ve never seen her before. Shit.”

Jennifer drags Oscar through the aisles, looking at nothing in particular. Oscar grabs a random tube. “What the hell is BB cream, and why is it $55?”

“It’s for blemishes, not that you need it. Why do men always have perfect skin and long eyelashes? Like that guy over ther—“

“Shut up! That’s him. We shouldn’t have come. He probably thinks I’m a creep. I never buy anything.”

“Really?” Jennifer inspects him. “Yeah, you do give an American Psycho kind of vibe.” Oscar gasps, slapping at her shoulder.

Charlotte pushes Xavier. “Talk to him. No straight man acts like that.”

Xavier crosses his body. “RuPaul, give me strength!” He refreshes his lip gloss, orange against his dark skin, and struts towards the duo.

“Jen, he’s coming!”

“Here!” Jennifer hands Oscar mascara. He brings the wand to his eye, but a warm hand smacks it away. Oscar looks up, stunned, caught by Xavier’s bright green eyes lined in yellow, lashes to the heavens.

“You’re too pretty for pink eye. Try this.” Xavier hands Oscar a disposable wand. “Xavier. I’ve seen you before.”

“Oscar.” He slides the wand in and out with a slurp, his eyes landing on Xavier’s wet lips.

Xavier takes the tube from him. “First time with makeup?”

Oscar swallows. “First time with everything.“