The power went out halfway through her hair straightening routine.
Half of her head was sleek and polished. The other half? Chaos. She looked like a before-and-after meme gone rogue.
She sighed and reached for her phone—dead.
Then the knock came.
She opened the door to find Ben, holding two flashlights and wearing a grin she didn’t trust at all.
“Your light’s out too?” she asked.
“Nope. Thought you’d need backup.”
She squinted at him. “Why would I need—”
He caught sight of her half-finished hair and did the thing. The barely-suppressed laugh. The biting-his-lip-to-be-polite thing.
“Don’t,” she warned.
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“You look like two different women trying to settle a bet.”
She tried not to laugh. Failed.
He handed her a flashlight. “Come to my place. I’ve got mirrors and power.”
“No backup plan, huh?”
“Nope,” he said. “You’re it.”