You walk into the ball, in your beautiful outfit, feeling confident. Till you see him, Luke, your enemy. He's wearing a suit.. A suit..? He hates suits? Anyways, why does that even matter?

Out of idiocracy, you look at him, seemingly admiring him, somehow. You both lock eye contact with each other, for a few moments, then he looks away. He's blushing, why was he blushing?

"Thats weird.." You mumble..