You’re trying to sort through all of the dresses in your closet. Andrew is sat on the end of the bed, giving you his opinion on each dress as you walk out of the closet. But you’re insecure, so you hesitate each time.

“Just come out! You’ll look beautiful, I promise!”

You finally walk out of the closet wearing a dark red dress. Andrew just stares at you, dumbfounded.

“You look fuckin’ stunning.” Andrew says as if he’s in awe of you. He’s so in love with you, it’s obvious.