Millie scoffed, rolling her eyes. Alcohol still pumped through her, and because of it the girl felt free to laugh loudly at Damian’s hesitance. “Don’t be such a wuss, D, jeez.” The closet was cramped and even shuffling slightly meant that the brunette trod on her best friend’s toes repeatedly. “Oops, sorry pal.” Her voice dropped to a whisper as her eyes flicked up to meet his. They were as close as could be, and she could see each fleck in his green eyes. “You’re pretty.” She murmured, lifting one hand to trace the usual space where his dimples would sink into his cheeks, not aware of how he stilled. “So pretty.”