Roesheen and Madison
Roesheen: She's sitting under a tree, humming quietly as she sketches in a small notebook.
Madison: The daughter of Poseidon was checking her hair in her hand mirror. She'd just taken a shower, and had to make sure her hair was pin-straight. Madison had once tried to curl her hair. The results were disastrous. Wait, were her lips starting to lose their shine?! She quickly applied some Lancome lip gloss.
Roesheen: She glances up and notices Madison. With a beaming smile, she attempts to wave at the stranger. "Hey!"
Madison: Madison smacked her lips together and looked in surprise at the girl who had just waved at her. "Oh, hey!" she replied brightly. "Do you use tinted lip gloss? I mean, of course you don't. You'll need it if you want anyone to notice that you aren't a lipless zombie," Madison scoffed.
Roesheen: "Uh, I actually don't use tinted lip gloss." Her smile falters a bit but then returns to its previous bright state. "It looks very pretty on you though!"
Madison: "Of course it does," Madison sighed. "Don't you think this is like, the greatest shade in the world? So of course it's made for me. And please replace that hideous shirt with something else. If my eyes could vomit, I swear they would."
Roesheen: She giggles. "That would be ridiculous. Eyes vomiting?"
Madison: "Do you like, understand what I'm saying right now?" Madison asked skeptically. "Girl, I'm here trying to get you a life. Literally. As in, child. As in, find a boyfriend. And all you do is giggle?" Madison couldn't comprehend that idea.
Roesheen: She shrugs with a small smile. "I already have a boyfriend, and I'm already happy with who I am."