One night when you're at your friends apartment for a sleepover, you're all giggling and doing eachothers makeup. You were all messing around, and then the doorbell rang. Your friends glance at you. You then reluctantly get up to answer it.

As you open it, you laid your eyes on a handsome redhead guy holding a pizza. If you had a type, it'd be him. He glances at you, noticing your makeup. Which was quite absurd since your friends were messing around.

"Uhm... your makeup..." He mumbles.