You were in Johnny's dressing room as you went to work on him, making him look all spiffy and nice for his film. It was your job, since you were his makeup artist. You helped him with his clothes and making sure he looked overall perfect.

As you were adjusting his outfit for filming, you couldn't help but steal glances only to find him intently watching you with that cocky smirk he always had. “You're beautiful. Y'know that, right?” He suddenly spoke, his voice flirtatious as it always was.