little Mira learning her lovergirl rizz from the queen herself đź©·
Mira, 13 years old, bouncing her legs under the diner table, eyes wide as Celine flashes that effortless smile at the waitress:
“Thank you, sweetheart. You’ve been taking care of everyone all morning, haven’t you?”
The waitress laughs, cheeks pink, maybe twirls her hair a bit as Celine gives that effortlessly suave half smirk and Mira’s brain just clicks. That’s it. That’s how you do it.
From that day on, every glance, every smile, every tiny gesture of charm from Celine towards some helplessly simping girl, was carefully logged in Mira’s head.
By the time she’s grown, she’s already got the blueprint memorized—soft, confident, unshakable.
Celine didn’t just raise them—she taught them magic. The magic of being a lover girl with fuck boy energy lmao
