Oh, come on Riley. You can't really think I don't expect Zay and Maya to jump out from behind that tree over there laughing at me. I mean, it's a good makeup job, don't get me wrong, but...

[He cups Riley's cheek in a hand, rubbing his thumb along the side of the face to smear some of the obvious costume.

Except it's not smearing. and now it's just him touching Riley's face and she's too warm for this to be a prosthetic.

His face turns a shade of red, and he slowly, awkwardly, lowers the hand that touched her.]