Epel loved carrying your pair of heels to the armchair you were sitting on, just to gently place them on your feet, really taking his time. Well, at first you could blame him for thinking you were ridiculously tall for a girl, or at least that's what he thought for a while, secretly jealous that you were those extra inches taller than him. But all that changed when Epel took you on your first date, after concluding that he wasn't actually jealous, and was simply ridiculously attracted to you, asking you date with his cheeks a mess, his words stumbling over each other, and his friends laughing behind him. Then he saw you in those red heels that matched your lipstick and that pretty dress, and he knew he wouldn't mind standing on his tiptoes to kiss you. In fact, he did it often. You knew a kiss was coming when he started to stutter a little, but then he'd work up the courage to look at you, leaning in, standing on his tiptoes as he took your hand.

Just like now.

—You could lower yourself a little, you know — he murmured, slightly averting his gaze, observing the landscape of the place to which he had brought you. Epel didn't usually ask for affection so openly because he was a bit shy, but after you did, everything just became easier, and he gained the courage to keep up with you. He sighed, accepting his fate, knowing that he couldn't love anyone but you, even if he had to look up to see you. And even so, Epel kissed you on the cheek anyway.