#keconvo

Waking up alone on her couch this morning wasn’t what Karmen had expected. After Blossom's surprise visit last night, and the even more surprising kiss they shared, they ended up sitting on the couch, watching a movie and talking about everything and nothing until they fell asleep together. Karmen thought she’d wake up next to Blossom, hoping for a sober, clear-headed conversation about their feelings. The other woman’s absence this morning didn’t discourage her though. She was determined to find out if Blossom felt the same way. As nervous as Karmen was about her feelings for her, she wanted to give their connection a real chance if it was mutual. After a quick shower, Karmen put on jeans, a t-shirt, and her favorite high-top Converse. She threw her hair into a messy ponytail and skipped the makeup. She didn’t need to dress up for Blossom; she felt comfortable being her true self around her. With a hat and sunglasses on, she grabbed her purse and headed out of her loft. She thought about calling her driver, but the fashion photographer’s place was just a few blocks away. Soon, Karmen found herself standing outside her door, hesitating. What if Blossom leaving this morning meant she regretted the kiss? What if she didn’t feel the same way? Just as Karmen was about to turn and leave, the door opened, and Blossom appeared, looking like she was about to head out. “Uh, hi,” Karmen said, trying to sound casual as a shy smile crept onto her face. “I was just about to knock… Did I catch you at a bad time?”

Considering this was only Karmen's third time on the rink, she had finally gotten this skating thing down. Gone were the days of inching along the edge, clinging to the rail or desperately holding her friends' hands. Now, she was totally in her element; dressed to impress as an '80s Glam Roller Disco Queen. She’d nailed the theme with a vibrant neon pink bodysuit decked out in sequins and orange accents along the cuffs and neckline. The detachable, sheer orange sleeves were dotted with tiny glitter stars, making her shimmer under the rink lights as she rolled along. Her look wouldn’t be complete without accessories, of course; a chunky orange belt with silver chains draping off one side, fingerless pink gloves, oversized hoop earrings, and layered choker necklaces. Glittery face stickers added to the vibe, and her makeup pulled it all together with neon pink and orange eyeshadow in a fierce cat-eye flick, glitter on her cheekbones, bold orange lipstick, and rhinestones near her temples. Her hair was styled in voluminous curls with neon pink and orange extensions flowing through it. But the best part? Her custom-made pink and orange skates with glitter wheels, which she’d designed just for tonight. Hearing her name, Karmen looked back, giggling as she spotted her friend skating over. “Finally! I was starting to think I’d be dazzling this whole crowd alone!” she laughed, reaching out and grabbing their hand. “I was about to start doing a one-woman show,” she added with a wink, grinning as they locked arms and rolled forward, practically lighting up the rink together.