City Lounge: Berlin (Book Three, Chapter Ten: Beauty Shopping)

Chapter Ten: Beauty Shopping:

Stephanie and I went out to the local shops for the rest of my makeover.

“You don’t need to wear too much makeup,” she said. “Just a small amount will do you just fine.”

“If you say so,” I said.

“I know so,” Stephanie said. She narrowed her eyes at me in front of the store. “Hm…”

“What?” I asked.

“You would look great with a darker color,” my best friend said.

“Okay…” I said.

“I mean it,” Stephanie said.

“Okay,” I said again. She grinned and took me by the arm. I followed her in without any argument.

This shop had some many beauty products on the shelves. Lipsticks, blush, foundation, eye liner, eye shadow, lip liner, and products that I haven’t heard of before. So many colors. I reached out a container of bright pink glittery lip gloss.

“No,” Stephanie said, grabbing my wrist. I turned my head.

“No?” I asked.

“You’re trying to look more mature, remember?” she asked. “No cute and girly make-up!”

“But…” I said.

“I said no,” Stephanie said. I dropped my shoulders.

“Fine,” I muttered. She patted me on the head.

“Good,” she said. “Good, no follow me.” Stephanie led me down the lipstick aisle. I had to admit, I was a bit scared of what she was going to pick out for me. But, she did promise to not make me look like a slut. So, I had to go by her word.

Turns out, I didn’t have to worry. Stephanie matched up my make-up to my hair and eyes. A lady from behind the counter joined us on our little hunt. She took a look at my face.

“Wow, you have such clear skin,” she said. “What do you do to keep it looking so good?”

“Not much,” I said. “I just wash it every day.”

“Get out! You’re lying!” the clerk said. “Are you serious?”

“No,” I said. The clerk whistled.

“Yeah, I have always envied her for her clear skin,” Stephanie said. “I used to get mad, crazy break outs in junior year!” I just nervously chuckled. The two fonded over my clear skin will looking for the right make-up for me. I really don’t do that much. I just wash it and drink plenty of water. I was amazed that Stephanie could find beauty products at affordable prices.

“You just let me deal with the payments,” she said.

“Shouldn’t I pay you back somehow?” I asked. Stephanie waved me off.

“It’s fine,” she said. “I’m treating you today.”

“But…” I said.

“It’s okay,” she insisted. I drew my mouth closed. Stephanie smiled and patted me on the head. I watched as she walked up to the front desk. I followed behind uneasily. Sometimes, I have to kick myself for not speaking up. I know she’s helping me out, but I feel like I have to pay her back somehow. I sighed in my head. I’ll work it out later.


Stephanie led me back to her place. Come to think of it, this has been the first time I have ever been to her apartment. She and Sebastian were always at my place. Maybe I should suggest that we go hang out at one of their places sometime. She turned to me, grinning.

“Welcome to my flat,” my best friend said. “This is your first time here, isn’t it?”

“Uh, yeah,” I said. “Why do you guys hang out at my place all of the time?” Stephanie shrugged as she unlocked the door. I followed her inside. Just as I predicted the living room looked quite messy. Though, not as bad as I pictured it.

“Please don’t mind the mess,” Stephanie said, looking over her shoulder. “I never really have time to clean up, you know?”

“I guess not…” I mumbled.

“But don’t worry,” she said. “The kitchen and the bathroom are clean. Want to go see?”

“Nah, I’m good,” I said. Stephanie set the bag on the couch.

“Why don’t you wait here while I get everything set up?” she offered. She disappeared down the hall before I could say a word. I tilted my head. Okay then… I took a seat on the seat. I got a good look around the living room. Her TV wasn’t hooked up across from me. She still had many boxes packed up around the room. Was she even in her apartment that often? Maybe Stephanie’s too busy with her acting troupe. I could help her unpack one day. Maybe help her throw out some useless junk she’s been carrying around.

I looked up when I heard footsteps coming from the hall. Stephanie pocked her head out, smiling.

“Everything is all set,” she said. “Come! Enter the private salon for one!” Stephanie disappeared back down the hall. I stood up and followed behind.


Her bathroom was just as small as mine. She just had a tub/shower, a toilet, and a sink. Stephanie had to step back into the hall to let me in. She had the different bottles of dye sitting on the floor.

“You think this will work?” I asked. “Don’t you think that the kitchen has more space?”

“Yeah,” she said. “But it’s a pain to clean dye out of the sink, so…”

“What’s the difference?” I asked.

“The bathroom sink is much smaller,” she said.

“Ah,” I said, looking at said sink. I looked out of the corner of my eye to see her picking up a few bottle of hair dye.

“How dark do you want your hair?” she asked. I turned with a smile on my face.

“Almost black with some red still there,” I said. Stephanie looked like she was going to fly through the roof.

“The towel is hanging over the toilet,” she said. “We can use that to protect your clothes.” I grabbed the towel and put it around my neck. Stephanie managed to squeeze behind me and get to work. Dying your hair takes time as I learned. It started to get uncomfortable being leaned over while she worked on my hair. Personally, I just wanted to get it over with and move onto the next part of the makeover. I was surprised when it was done.

“Okay,” Stephanie said. “You can look now.” I lifted my head and looked in the mirror. My hair was not almost black with some of my natural red hiding in it.

“Well?” she asked.

“I love it,” I said. “What’s next?” She patted me on the shoulder.

“Follow me,” she said. Stephanie turned and walked further down the hall. I followed behind like I normally did.

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