MasukSheila’s POVThe text from Bobby came two days later.Bobby: hey lifesaver got a minute to look at something? code is being weird againI saw it while I was sitting at the kitchen table, working on my own thesis. My heart did its usual stupid jump.Me: What did you break this time?Bobby: nothing the universe hates me come over if you’re free? ill order pizza I stared at the screen longer than needed. My pulse sped up.Zuki walked in, chewing on an apple. “You look like you just saw a ghost.”“It’s Bobby,” I said.She leaned over my shoulder, shameless. “Let me see.”I angled the phone so she could read.She grinned. “Perfect. Field test with a real target.”“I’m not ready,” I said instantly.“Yes, you are,” she said. “You’ve been walking around the house like a princess in training for a week. You even flirted with a barista by accident.”“I didn’t flirt,” I said. “I just said thank you.”“Exactly,” she said. “Step by step. Tonight we test your progress.”“I don’t w
Sheila’s POVTwo days later, I stood in front of the mirror and tried not to panic.Zuki had picked my outfit. Simple black jeans that actually fit. A soft, pale top that showed my collarbones but not too much. My hair was down for once, brushed out and falling over my shoulders. Light makeup. Lip balm again, eyes slightly defined.I still looked like me. Just… edited.Zuki appeared behind me in the mirror and rested her chin on my shoulder.“You look good,” she said. “Like the main character who doesn’t know she’s the main character yet.”“I feel like a fraud,” I muttered.“Good,” she said. “All hot people feel like frauds at first. It means you care.”“That sounds fake.”“Everything is a little fake,” she said. “We’re just picking the fake that helps you.”She stepped back and grabbed her bag. “Let’s go. I’m hungry. And your training arc awaits.”We drove to a small café about fifteen minutes away. It had a glass front, warm lights, and a little bar area to the side. Not too crowded
Sheila’s POVAfter the makeup test, I begged for a break. Zuki gave me exactly ten minutes.Then she clapped her hands. “Up. We are going to fix your walk.”“I thought we already fixed my walk,” I said from the couch.“That was basic spine survival,” she said. “Now we are adding attitude.”“I don't need an attitude,” I said.“Yes, you do,” she replied. “Right now, you move like you are going into war.”She stood in the middle of the room. “Watch.”She took a few steps. It was not exaggerated. Just smooth, relaxed, her shoulders back, hips swaying slightly, like music was playing inside her head.“This is normal,” she said. “I'm not even trying. You? Show me your regular walk.”I frowned and walked across the room like I always do.She squinted. “You walk like you're on your way to rough up somebody.”“I like walking smart,” I said.“Don't walk smart,” she replied.She motioned me back. “Again. This time, shoulders back. Think ‘I belong here’ instead of ‘Please don't look at me.’”“You
Sheila’s POVTen minutes later, I stood in the living room, already regretting my life.Books balanced on my head, back straight, arms loose at my sides. Zuki sat on the couch with her phone, counting.“Go,” she said.I tried to walk across the room without dropping anything. After three steps, the top book slid and hit the floor.“Again,” she said, trying not to laugh.“You are enjoying this too much.”“Yes,” she said. “Again.”By the time I managed a full, somewhat smooth walk without books falling, my neck hurt and my pride was in pieces. But I had to admit, my steps did feel different. Less heavy. More… aware.“Good,” she said finally. “You are learning.”“Finally,” I sighed. “Can we stop torturing my spine now?”She picked up the books. “For today.”“What is next? How to breathe attractively?”She gave me a slow look. “We can work on that later. For now, makeup.”I groaned. “I knew it.”“Sit,” she said, patting the couch.I sat. She went to her bag and pulled out a small zip pouc
Sheila’s POVThe next morning, I woke up to noise.Drawers opening. Hangers rattling. A crash like something fell and died.I sat up and realized the sound was coming from my room.But I was already in my room.I blinked. Zuki was on the floor halfway inside my wardrobe, legs sticking out.“What are you doing?” I asked, rubbing my eyes.Her head popped out. “Excellent. You're awake. Come and watch your shame.”“I beg your pardon?”She stepped back so I could see the full disaster. Clothes were everywhere. T‑shirts, hoodies, shorts, random tops. Piles on the bed. Piles on the chair. Some on the floor.“You own all this,” she said, sweeping her arm at the mountain. “And yet you wear the same three things on repeat like a cartoon character.”“That is not true,” I said. “I have at least five things.”Wait.I tilted my head at her, "How do you know that?"She gave me a flat look. "I snooped through your phone pictures."My eyes widened.Before I could ask how she got into my phone, she exp
Sheila’s POVWe got home later than I planned. The drive from Bobby’s place had felt like forever, even though it was only twenty minutes. My head replayed the basement over and over. Zuki against the wall. Bobby’s hands on her. Their mouths. His eyes when he turned and saw me.We stepped inside the house, and I dropped my keys in the bowl by the door. Zuki kicked off her shoes in one smooth move and flopped into the couch like she owned the place.I just stood there.She turned her head and watched me. “You look like somebody ran you over with a bus, then reversed.”“Thanks,” I said dryly.“You're welcome.”Before I could say more, my phone rang. I looked at the screen.Mum.I swallowed and picked up. “Hi, Mum.”“Did you pick up Zuki? Is she with you?” My mother's voice filtered from the other end of the phone, stern and firm.I glanced at the couch. Zuki did a two finger salute in my direction.“Yes,” I said. “We just got back.”“Good,” she said. “Any issues? By now you must know w







