let me help you.

"Okay! Okay! I get it. This is my old uniform. You can use it for a while. Go get changed."

Ember got up from the bed to close the door. "Hey, what are you doing?" Emir asked as she came closer to him.

"I am just closing the door to get changed," she replied, not understanding why he was asking.

"Okay," he said and went downstairs.

She closed the door and changed, but the uniform was too loose for her. "Even though this is his old uniform, it doesn't fit at all," Ember thought, struggling with the oversized clothes.

"Why is she taking so long? Let me go and check," Emir wondered.

"Knock, knock. Are you done, Ember?" he asked.

The door opened, and Ember stood in front of him. The pants were touching the floor, and her hands were hidden in the long sleeves of the shirt.

"Haha!" Emir burst into laughter.

"Hey, I am not going with you," she said, folding her arms across her chest and sitting on the bed.

"She is too cute," Emir thought. He entered the room, held her hand, and made her stand. "Let me make you look a little more beautiful," he said, adjusting the uniform so it fit better.

"Done. Now, your hair."

"I can do it on my own," Ember protested.

"Be quiet. I'll do it today," Emir insisted. After a long struggle, he sighed, "Ugh! Why won't your hair cooperate?" A small smile appeared on Ember's face.

"Let me do it. Next time, you can," she offered.

Just then, Emir's phone rang, and he went to pick it up. While he was distracted, Ember finished her hair and realized she didn't have any shoes.

Emir arrived with a pair, kneeling down to help her put them on. "You don't have to," she said, but he had already finished. "Now you are ready. Let's go." 

As they both stood up, their heads accidentally collided, sharing a moment of closeness.

"Are you hurt?" Emir asked.

"No, it's okay. But we need to do it again," Ember replied.

"What are you...?" Before Emir could finish, she pulled her head closer to his and bumped it again. "Ugh! Ember…"

"Did I do it too hard?" she asked, concerned.

"Yeah, it was harder than the first time. But why again?" Emir asked, rubbing his head.

"Because one time brings bad luck," she explained.

"What bad luck? You believe in superstitions?"

"No, I don't but…"

"Let's go. We are getting late," Emir said, leaving the room.

"Okay, but I don't want you to get hurt," Ember murmured and followed him.

"Come and get in the car," Emir said.

"Okay," she nodded and got in.