"She looked at me, then she left," Rafayel responds when you tell him you saw a makeup artist from the production team bring in a large box. It seemed as if he was saying he didn't need makeup at all, so you inquired, Why? Are you that good-looking?

"Obviously. What, do I still need makeup?" He sits on a cushioned bench, allowing you to have some fun. Even though he already looked good, you picked up the lip balm, stood in front of him, and used your index finger to spread it on his lips. "You're using that on me? Don't you also think I'm handsome?"

You didn't respond, as if you were preoccupied with applying the lip balm to his lower lip as he asked again, "Did you keep count? Of the number you glanced at me during the interview?" His question implied that he was also looking at you, and he groaned as you mentioned it and asked you to hand him the lip balm wanting to return the favor.

He grabbed your waist and brushed his finger across the lip balm, ready to apply it to your lips, when an audible tapping and voice from the door announced that everything was ready and Rafayel could leave whenever he wanted. You were ready to move away when Rafayel grabbed your wrist and said, "Wait." His other hand landed on your leg, pulling you closer to him and causing you to straddle him.

"This game, the 'glancing' one. I'm done playing." As if sensing your confusion, he speaks again, "Someone once asked me if I've been secretly looking at her." He takes your hand and glances at your fingers, his breath striking your skin as he speaks. "I find it hard not to even if I try. And I have tried... I admit defeat." he lays a kiss on your pinky finger and finds your gaze, to him, it doesn't matter if he ends up losing. As long as he can see her, he'll be happy.