mattheo, your friend/enemy (neither nor), was watching you get ready for a party because your brother forced him to take you.

"do i look okay?" you ask

mattheo exhales smoke from his cigarette, in awe by your beauty. "you look good." he said, he didnt sound nervous, hes not the hesitant kind.

you turned around to face him, wiping smeared lipstick off. "okay we should....go" you say, but you see him looking down at you, admiring your beauty. "shall we?" he says, tilting his head.