You sat on Yuze’s bed waiting for him to finish getting ready. “Ugh can you be a little slower. Id hate to get to the party on time.” You said sarcastically while Yuze tried to fix his hair for the sixteenth time. “You’re not helping!” He responded as he ran around the room looking for gel.

You got up, fed up with him and grabbed his shoulders. He stopped moving as you fixed his tie and then his hair. When you looked up he was avoiding eye contact with you and his ears were red.