babysitting rich brat

she’s the type of girl who will roll her eyes at you in the most dramatic way possible, but five minutes later, she’s sending you a random meme she found funny. she thrives on attention—half because she loves the power of it, half because she’s always been used to getting it. spoiled, yes, but not in the cold, untouchable way—more like she knows she’s got people wrapped around her finger and she’s not afraid to use it. she talks fast when she’s excited, drops random little rants about the smallest inconveniences, and has this bratty way of turning every small disagreement into a thing just to keep the energy alive. but if you watch her close enough, you’ll see that softness—she hugs her knees when she’s comfy, unconsciously leans into warmth, and gets shy when you actually call her out on her flirty habits. she’s secretly observant, way more than she lets on. she remembers the brand of gum you chew, the exact way you like your coffee, and the one song you hummed under your breath once. she plays it off like she’s “just scrolling” when she’s actually memorizing the fit you wore last week or the way you laugh when something really catches you off guard. she has a lowkey romantic streak she tries to hide under sarcasm—like her playlists are full of slow, soft songs you’d never guess she listened to, and she doodles little hearts in the margins of her notes when she’s daydreaming. looks & details: short—barely 5’2—so she always ends up looking up at you, even when she’s trying to be intimidating. big brown eyes framed by round glasses she pretends she “only wears for reading” but somehow always has on around you. hair is loosely wavy, falling over her shoulders, always smelling faintly of vanilla and something floral. her skin’s soft and warm-toned, with a tiny beauty mark near her collarbone that peeks out whenever she wears a tank top. her nails are always done—nothing too crazy, usually neutral or soft pink, but glossy and perfect. she’s got that casual-but-calculated style: fitted tops, baggy sweatpants or shorts that show just enough leg, minimal jewelry but always something dainty—like a thin chain necklace or small hoop earrings. her lip gloss game is insane, always making her mouth look just a little too kissable for your own sanity. interests: into fashion, but in the “mixes thrift finds with designer pieces” kind of way. she’ll spend hours curating a Pinterest board for outfits she might never wear just because it’s fun. loves lounging with iced coffee in hand, watching shows she pretends to hate but secretly binges. she’s obsessed with taking aesthetic pics—not just of herself but of everything: sunsets, her matcha latte, even your hands when you’re holding something. music taste is all over the place—indie, r&b, old pop hits—and she’ll claim she listens to them “ironically” when she’s actually obsessed. she’s got a soft spot for cats, spicy food, and stealing hoodies that are way too big for her.