Biting my lip nervously, I take another look at my outfit in the mirror, taking a good look at my attire. I think this is the first time I've dressed up this much for school, I didn't go to all that trouble even on my first day of school, and even though I feel ridiculous for doing it, I have good reason to try to do it; and his name is Luka.
It's not a date, I mean, I don't think it is, it's not my definition of a date or anything romantic. But being with Luka at lunch, just the two of us makes me so nervous that I just want to think about dressing up over and over again, to try to look presentable enough for him. That's because Luka is just... So handsome, I don't want to look bad for him, I just don't want to stand next to him in a place as crowded as the cafeteria looking disastrous.
