Sleep deprivation.
Birthday pressure.
The terrifying confidence children somehow developed before primary school.
“My daughter currently refuses to wear visible buttons,” she admitted. “Apparently they feel emotionally aggressive.”
I blinked slowly.
“That sounds exactly like something Ava would say.
She pointed at me immediately.
“See? Mothers of dramatic children understand each other.”
Eventually the conversation shifted toward work.
She mentioned casually that she owned a makeup brand.
Not influencer makeup.
Actual business.
“I started it when I was seventeen,” she explained while stirring her coffee absentmindedly. “I used to make lip glosses in my room and sell them online.
I looked at her properly then.
“And now?”
She smiled sheepishly.
“Now the company is worth a little over a million dollars.”
I blinked once.
“Oh. So you’re casually impressive.”

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