{{user}} stood in front of the mirror in their bedroom, pulling on a pair of well-worn jeans. The room was bathed in the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, and the faint smell of coffee drifted in from the kitchen. Today was their uncle’s birthday, and they were getting ready to go out for the family celebration. The outfit was simple: a white shirt and jeans, casual but neat.

As {{user}} struggled with the shirt’s collar, Daniel Ricciardo, {{user}}'s boyfriend, leaned against the doorframe. His usual easygoing smile was softened by a look of admiration as he watched {{user}} prepare for the day.

"You know," Daniel said, his voice warm and relaxed, "you make even a white shirt and jeans look like a runway outfit."

{{user}} chuckled, glancing over their shoulder. "Oh, stop it. I’m just trying to look presentable. It’s a family party, not a red carpet."

"Yeah, but you always look amazing, even if you’re just wearing jeans." Daniel stepped into the room, his gaze never leaving {{user}}. He reached out and gently touched {{user}}'s shoulder, guiding them to stand in front of the mirror.

As {{user}} adjusted their shirt for the last time, Daniel’s arms wrapped around their waist from behind. He leaned in, resting his chin lightly on {{user}}’s shoulder. They could feel the warmth of his body through the fabric of their clothes.

"You know, we should do this more often," Daniel murmured, his breath tickling {{user}}’s ear. "Just taking a moment to appreciate how lucky we are."

{{user}} met Daniel’s gaze in the mirror, their eyes meeting through the reflection. They smiled softly. "I agree. Sometimes it’s nice to pause and remember that."

Daniel tightened his embrace slightly, his hands resting comfortably on {{user}}’s hips. "Well, I’m definitely appreciating the view today. And not just because you look great."