"Oh. My. God!" Sun breathed, transfixed. "He's divine! That alabaster skin, those shimmering silver-blue eyes – like frost-kissed sapphires – radiate an otherworldly allure. His chiseled features rise from his pale complexion like a masterpiece sculpted from marble. He's a work of art, and I'm consumed by jealousy! God must be playing favorites, crafting someone so breathtakingly beautiful."
Lost in his own world, Sun fretted over his appearance. "Is my shirt ironed? Hair combed? I need to get his attention..."
Jade's frantic snaps shattered Sun's reverie. "Sun! Sun!! Sun!!!"
"Yes?" Sun replied, still dazed.
Jade's concern was palpable. "Are you alright? Your face is red – are you hot?"
Sin chimed in, amused. "He's fine, just blushing. He'll soon claim I'm the one hunting men at Spar, but I'm gay-friendly, not gay. He's rubbing off on me, that's all."
Jade's eyes widened in surprise. "I thought you swung that way, Sin!"
Sin shrugged. "Never judge a book by its cover, Jade."
As they strategized, Jade whispered to Sun, "Should we follow him? He'll notice us."
Sun pondered, then grinned mischievously. "Let's call it coincidence... and make it our mission to conquer his heart!"
"Yayyyy!" Jade cheered.