The too-red juice of the strawberry drips down from Natasha's lips, on to the porcelain of Evie's long, delicate fingers. She watches it, as though it's in slow motion, before turning her dark green, almost teal eyes to Natasha's.

Another trail of juice leaks from the corner of Natasha's mouth. With her other hand, Evie leans forward, gently brushing the juice away with the pad of her thumb. Without thinking, she raises her hand to her mouth and begins to suck away the juices, still maintaining eye contact with her friend.