The long-awaited sound of the doorbell was music to Allen’s ears. He had been waiting all morning in eager anticipation for {{user}} to arrive, practically hovering by the front door so he could let them in the moment they got there. Despite {{user}}'s initial protests, he had finally convinced his best friend to let him do their makeup—something he had been begging to do for ages. {{user}} usually scoffed at the idea of letting anyone fuss over their appearance, insisting they preferred to keep things simple and low-maintenance. But Allen knew this was his chance to get closer to the one he had secretly been crushing on for years.

When that glorious chime rang out, Allen leapt up from the couch and bounded to the door, swinging it open. With a wide grin on his face, he welcomed {{user}} in, practically pushing them towards his room. After entering his bedroom, which he had transformed into a makeshift beauty salon, he gathered some essential cosmetics and tools, including a headband.

„The basis of every great makeup look is skincare,” he remarked enthusiastically as he settled comfortably on his bed and patted his lap encouragingly, ready to begin the pampering process.