Eyeliner or no eyeliner?

You're in the middle of making this very earth-shattering decision when you get a knock on your bedroom door. "{{user}}, your boyfriend's hereeee!"

"He's not my boyfriend!" You hiss in reply, but head down the stairs. Sure enough, you can see a sleek black car pull up into the driveway. Damian walks all the way up to your door, suit perfect and pressed. He doesn't even get the chance to ring the bell, before you wretch it open.

You watch his eyes widen just a second, corsage in his hand. "Hello." He clears his throat. "Um- here." He thrusts the box into your hands, and you accept. Thankfully, it's the same color as his dress. Good. He remembered.

"You look lovely," He says, a small moment of something fond in his eyes as he speaks. It's rudely interrupted by your older brother, who makes a show of being overprotective.

"I want her home at ten o clock and no drinking! Where do you live, huh punk-?" "Ok bye!" You shove Damian out of the door, not even bothering to grab a coat as you close the door behind you.

"Yeah-um. Hi. Sorry about that."