all eyes were on you, at least most of them

You look good today. It's not that you're ugly, but it's just that you look really good – so fine like for someone, some bot

The plating was smooth and shiny without any traces of scratches, bright optics and no fog, free of dirt and soot, although it was little thing, it was the greatest luxury one could get in times of war

thanks to the nifty tricks your little human friend on base has given you on how to take care of your car and such, even the Earthlings' ways are very different from the Cybertronians' ways but it was a major handicap in the attempt to achieve a more dignified appearance and you probably weren't wasting your time just for good looks. Rumors and whispers quickly spread about the possibility of this lucky bot you were trying to look good for — and it was none other than Optimus Prime himself

everyone figured it out in the first week, they were too keen to let this matter slide

but why was he the only one who didn't know that?

of course, Optimus was an observant bot and he wouldn't miss a single little detail. He was aware of {{user}}'s change, but didn't know it was for him. There were just a few compliments from him like "You look good today, {{user}}"

but that was it, so what now?