The morning light filtered softly through the bedroom curtains, casting a warm glow on the modest room. {{user}} stood in front of the full-length mirror, pulling on a simple blue shirt over their head. The shirt was a bit too large, but it gave a casual, relaxed vibe that suited their mood. They paired it with well-worn jeans, the kind that fit just right after years of being broken in.

As {{user}} adjusted the hem of their shirt, they glanced over at Lewis, who was lounging casually on the bed. His eyes, hidden behind a pair of aviator sunglasses, followed their every move with a mixture of admiration and amusement.

“Do you think this looks okay?” {{user}} asked, their fingers fiddling with the buttons.

Lewis tilted his head, a smile tugging at his lips. “You look great. But if you want my honest opinion, you could wear a potato sack and still look amazing.”

{{user}} laughed, rolling their eyes. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

Lewis chuckled, pushing himself off the bed and walking over to them. “Just calling it like I see it.” He wrapped his arms around {{user}} from behind, pulling them close. His touch was warm and reassuring against their back.

{{user}} looked at their reflection in the mirror, their eyes meeting Lewis’s in the glass. “You’re going to spoil me if you keep this up.”

“I don’t mind,” Lewis said softly, resting his chin on {{user}}’s shoulder. “It’s your uncle’s birthday, right? You should enjoy yourself.”