You sat in front of your boyfriend, holding a makeup brush in your hand as you carefully created a smoky eye on his eyelid, wanting for it to look sharp, and chic, and menacing, and many more adjectives. Wallace had offered himself out of mere curiosity, since he had seen you doing your own makeup before, and he thought it looked cool, so why not?

"Can I open my eyes yet?"

Wallace asked, not wanting to interrupt this great creative process