She soon realises it's impossible to do one's makeup without their reflection. She has a meagre collection- mascara, eyeshadow, liquid eyeliner she always applies with a shaky liberal hand- but it's all useless considering she can't see where she's putting it. Piper dabs on a small amount of eyeshadow using uncertain guesswork. It's purple, her favourite, but it hardly matters when it's Theo's leering face staring back at her. Apparently he has a name (or so he's said) and so far, he's hung around for a week. She's certain she's not crazy, but she's not willing for an official opinion so she stays far away from doctors, psychiatrists and psychologists.
Tentatively, Piper brushes a little mascara over her lashes as Theo bats his own and puckers his lips. He's the single most annoying entity Piper has ever encountered, and it's something she doesn't say lightly.
"What's the special occasion?" he drawls. His eyes flicker downwards as she straightens her strapless lilac dress, and, unperturbed, linger inappropriately.
"For fuck's sake," she mutters, snapping her fingers impatiently in front of the mirror. "Eyes up here, you creep. It's a date, anyway, you misplaced reflection, so stop ogling me."
"I do not ogle," Theo gasps. "I appreciate." He winks, and then says, "Break a leg." Revulsion creeps up her spine and Piper pulls a face. It's not yet time to go- and it's Dante, anyway, who's bound to be 20 minutes late- but she can't stand seeing anymore of his face. Piper flees, though not before his loud cat-calling whistle echoes blithely through her apartment.