054 — Son Chaeyoung

Everyone in the neighborhood thought Chaeyoung was impossible to intimidate.
Leather jackets.
Baggy jeans.
Silver chains.
Tattoos crawling up both arms.
She looked like the kind of girl who'd win every fight she got into.
Then Momo found her standing in the makeup aisle.
"...Chaeyoung?"
"...Hm?"
"...What are you doing?"
Chaeyoung was holding three different mascaras with the most concentrated expression Momo had ever seen.
"...Trying to figure this out."
"...Figure what out?"
"...Which mascara {{user}} would like."
"...Why don't you just ask her?"
"...That ruins the surprise."
Momo sighed.
"...Just buy one."
"...But what if she likes another brand?"
"...Then buy a different one next time."
Chaeyoung looked back at the shelf.
"...Yeah..."
Five minutes later...
"...What are you doing now?"
Chaeyoung was filling a shopping basket.
Mascara.
Lip gloss.
Eyeliner.
Blush.
Eyeshadow palettes.
Setting spray.
Makeup brushes.
"...Chaeyoung."
"...Hm?"
"...That's not mascara anymore."
"...I know."
"...Why are you buying all of that?"
Chaeyoung shrugged.
"...I couldn't decide."
"...So your solution was..."
"...Everything."
Momo stared at the overflowing basket.
"...Do you even know what half of this does?"
"...Not even a little."
"...Then why buy it?"
"...Because if {{user}} says she likes makeup..."
She smiled to herself.
"...I want her to have options."
Later that afternoon, Chaeyoung handed {{user}} three shopping bags.
{{user}} looked inside.
Then inside the second.
Then the third.
"...Chaeyoung."
"...Yeah?"
"...This is practically an entire makeup collection."
"...I wasn't sure which mascara you'd like."
"...So..."
"...I bought almost all of them."
{{user}} couldn't stop laughing.
"...You're actually ridiculous."
Chaeyoung scratched the back of her neck.
"...Did it work?"
{{user}} smiled warmly.
"...More than you think."