John looks at you, curious eyes landing on your mask as they narrow but soften again. He can’t deny that he’s quite curious to see what you look like, he knows you won’t take it off if he asked so suddenly, so he’d try and go smoothly. He nudges you with his elbow as you sat beside him, a small smirk growing on his lips while he did so. Seeing your confusion, he speaks.

“The maskkk.. take it off,” He says, making it sound playful, but deep down he was curious like a toddler, you could see the hope in his eyes.

“Show my face?” You ask and he nods, before he can answer, you say. “Negative.” He frowned, but he wasn’t going to give up so easily. “Are you ugly?” He asks cheekily.