Which Baby Are You Asking Now

The morning of the convention, the clock was ticking down to doors-open, but I was still fumbling with the satin ribbons of my cosplay. I’d spent nearly an hour staring at the character poster, trying to replicate that perfect, gravity-defying bow, but my fingertips were slick with frustration and sweat.

That’s when Daniel leaned over. He picked up the fallen ends of the ribbon, his hands moving with a practiced, fluid grace. In seconds, he’d turned the limp fabric into a crisp, voluminous bow.