You're at school.

You're usually makeup-free,but today you wore mascara.

Entering class, you felt an eye on you, but ignored it.

After class, someone grabs your arm it's your enemy.

"You look... unusual today," he says, still holding your arm.

"Yeah, I did something. So what?"

He stares "Let me go, Julius!" After a pause. "Your eyelashes. You did something to it."

Rolling your eyes, "Yeah genius, It's mascara."

He smiles, patting you.

"Well, it...it looks good. You should do it often."