"Hey, take your stare down a notch. It's embarrassing…"
Myles was staring at Blake.
More specifically, he was staring at Blake's formal self.
Blake raised an eyebrow, cheeks reddening.
"Seriously Myles, what?"
He didn't answer immediately.
His gaze slowly moved over him, taking in the white suit Blake had chosen.
The jacket fit neatly around his shoulders, the fabric clean and elegant without being excessively decorated.
Underneath, he wore a simple black shirt, the dark color contrasting nicely with the white jacket. His trousers matched, pressed perfectly, while polished shoes completed the outfit.
His dark blonde hair had been carefully styled upward, leaving a few strands falling naturally around his forehead.
It was, objectively, a very good look.
And judging from Myles' expression, he knew it.
He smirked.
"Hah. Do I look that handsome?"
"Yes."
Blake paused, then laughed.
"Thanks."
Myles continued looking at him.
