good girl (фемслэш)

“She was looking at you.”
Catra looks up to meet Adora’s eyes in the bathroom mirror as she takes out the small silver hair clips Adora gave her on their anniversary.
“What are you talking about?”
“You know what I’m talking about,” Adora says, smiling.
Catra shrugs. She wants to draw this out. “So she was looking at me. What about it?”
“It’s the way she was looking at you.”
Catra’s lips curve into a small smile. “And how was that, Adora?”