Unique
Hilary stood on her toes, pawing through one of the higher kitchen cupboards for her usual breakfast cereal. Stretching to her tallest, fingers brushing the shelf-back, chances were it was already long gone. With a defeated sigh and roll of her eyes, she sank back to the floor. Nothing deterred Tyson in midnight snacking mode… He did it to everybody. He treated her quite the same as the other guys. Cereal was probably a poor example, but she'd never felt very special…
"Good morning, beautiful," Max yawned, stepping into the room, orange nightcap on his head and sleep in his eyes. He rubbed the sleeve of his tangerine colored shirt across his gaze, and then blinked at a Hilary clothed for the summer heat in a pink tank top and pair of underwear. As a mere teammate, she dressed however she wanted to.
The girl turned and smiled at Max, reminded, to her pleasure, of one person that could make a girl feel appreciated. "Hey, Max—"
"Mornin', beautiful," the blonde half-American repeated to a sleepy-looking Rei drifting through the door, who gave only an incredulous snort in return greeting.
Hilary stared, newly forlorn, mourning the repeat murder of specialty.