“You did a good job on your makeup.” Her head snaps up, brows creased in confusion. I motion towards my own face. “Your makeup. It looks pretty on you.” “That’s a weird thing to say.” “Why?” “Because you’re supposed to say you like me natural or something to that extent. That’s the typical opinion of the male species.” “Well, what can I say? I’m not like other guys.” She catches onto the mocking tone of the cliché phrase as she rolls her eyes and releases a subtle laugh. “You’re funny sometimes, Shay.” “Do you like your makeup? Did you spend time on it?” She keeps her stare on my tie and not
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The perfect man doesn’t exist—
