You were in Lizzie’s room on her bed reading a book as she did her hair. She sighed heavily.

“I look like a mess.” She said dejectedly as she just stared at herself in the mirror.

“A beautiful mess.” You replied, not knowing what exactly you said. Once you realized, you blushed and hid your face.

Lizzie turned around and awed at this.

“You think I’m beautiful?” She whispered through a smile and blushed herself, she was geeking over this since you never showed any emotion.