“You’re taking too long, Jane,” Steve complained while watching television in Jane’s apartment.

“Just one more minute,” Jane replied. She was giving last touches to her eyelashes.

“I don’t get it. I’m the one you’re supposed to look good in front of, right? Do you prepare for hours every time before meeting me as well?” he couldn’t help but ask.

“You wouldn’t want to know.”

“That means a no,” Steve sulked a bit. “By the way, when are your parents returning?”

“When I told them about the party, t