Sinder the bridal stylist Pt. 18

Sinder: Come... on... fit... together.

Sinder desperately pulls her shirt buttons together, trying to fit them together.

Evan: Babe?

Sinder: Aha! Got it! Hey babe, whoa!

As she turned around to face her boyfriend, her breasts swung wide, causing her buttoned up shirt to blow up, shooting her button into Evan's forehead.

Evan: Oof!

Sinder: Evan! Are you okay?

Evan: Ow, yeah, I'm good.

Sinder: Hold still, I'll go get you some ice.