'Are you ready?'

'I'm almost done! Give me five minutes.'

'But you said that ten minutes ago, and the past twenty minutes too. I've been waiting for almost an hour. I can doze off any minute.'

'This is really the last five minute. You know that I care so much about fashion. It takes time to make you look good you know.'

'No, I'm not. I'm content with myself, and you look cu..'

'Don't preach me about how I look cute just the way I am. You're not Bruno Mars baby.'

'I'll be Bruno Saturn then.'

'Cheesy. You and your overused jokes are unbearable.'

'But it makes you smile every time I say those words right?'

'I smile because I think it's not funny!'

'I'll pretend like I believe you if you don't want to admit your defeat.'

'Don't act like a smart-ass.'

'I don't act, it's my natural instinct.'

'Touché.'

Peaceful silent takes over the room for a while.

'Hey, isn't it five minutes already? You'd better come out now. We'll be late for the banquet.'

'Wait! It's my last touch up.'

'Good grief.'

'Okay, here we go!'

'Oh! You look gorgeous tonight.'

'If you have to clench your teeth this hard, you don't have to say it then.'

'Really, you look the best.'

'No sarcasm this time?'

'Yep.'

'What about just the way you are notion of yours a while ago?'

'Well, every concept of ideas can be changed due to the fact represents to one's eyes.'

'I would have kissed you so hard if I'm not afraid of ruining my make up and have to run back and fixing it for another ten minutes.'

'You can save that for me later.'

'Later.'