>You're sufficiently dolled up and primped, although you can't quite get your hair to fringe in the direction you want it. Oh, well, you'll let it be. Nearly trembling and shivering from the anticipation, you pass the time awaiting your beloved by chatting to yourself. Establishing that you in fact, had ironed your suit enough, and no, Rufioh, you weren't going batshit insane, both cuffs were symmetrically folded back.
>You tuck a stray curl behind your ear. Yes, perfect, he should be- oh god. You recognize the sihllouette in the foreground of the mirror's reflection instantaneously. Swiveling on your heels, you greet your boyfriend with a curt nod, and chivalrously outstretched hand to distract from the suffusing cinnamon blush you'd developed.
"Haha, hey... sorry, I took a while, didn't I? Ya could'a said somethin'..."