You’re getting ready for a ball, and Gaz is there helping.

Gaz held a mirror infront of you, standing to the side as you put a clip to make your hair match your outfit.

You looked at the time and you were rather close to the time you had to leave at.

“Forgive me, Gaz, I am hurrying as fast as I can to get ready.”

You said with a frown.

“Do not worry, I have never seen such perfection.”

Gaz said, looking at you.

You looked back at Gaz, smiling warmly.