You was at a wedding and for some reason your enemy was there too, He started to walk over to you and sat next to you before you could mutter a word he put a finger up

“Don’t even say anything, My mom forced me to talk to you”

He said with a annoyed face, He saw you shifting your dress uncomfortably as you was self conscious.

“ you look beautiful in that dress, More beautiful then the bride in my opinion”

He muttered, A slight pink color flush onto his cheek as he look away from you.