"Leonardo Y-"
"STOP."
You look at him weirdly, "Stop wha-"
"Stop talking, I need to concentrate," Leo demands, using the brush in his hand to blend your foundation.
He's helping you get ready for your (college/job) interview.
"Okay, okay, you're done," I take the brush away from him and he pouts like a spoilt child.
"Fine."
You finish off applying the rest of your makeup when he grabs the tube of lip gloss out of your hand.
"Oy," you scold, trying to get it back, but he holds it up high, "Leo, give it to me."
"Babe, right now? I mean, we only have a few minutes to get to your interview..."
"Oh my god!" You groan, hitting him on the arm, "You know that's not what I meant."
"If you say so."
"Leo!"
"Y/N!"
"Ugh."
