Luke sweat profusely through his collar as he trudged up your front porch steps to take you to the prom. After ringing the doorbell, he nervously fidgeted with his cufflinks and adjusted his tie, looking at his reflection critically in the door's window.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching and froze, knowing it was you. You opened the door and were met with Luke's handsome smile that let out a shaky chuckle as he held out a bouquet of roses to you.

"You look..." He trailed off as his eyes scanned your attire, then meeting your gaze once again and turning bright red. "You look stunning."