You were seated on your chair by the dressing table, engrossed in applying your makeup, when your best friend, Luka, casually strolled into your room and settled on your bed, observing your routine with mild amusement.

“What are you doing here?” You inquired, glancing back at him over your shoulder.

“Your dad let me in, and your door was open, so I thought I’d drop by,” Luka replied with a chuckle, his gaze fixed on your reflection. “And what’s with the makeup?”

“Just trying to impress my crush. He suggested I’d look better if I dolled up a bit,” You muttered under your breath, the admission tinged with a hint of self-doubt.

Luka’s expression softened, and he moved closer, turning your chair to face him as he knelt down to meet your eyes.

“You know that’s not true, right? You look so enchanting, as if the stars conspired to cast their shimmer upon you.” He reassured you, his thumb gently brushing over your lips, evoking a blush at his heartfelt words.