Felipe leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs as he sipped loudly on his milkshake. He had taken you to a quaint little cafe and sat himself down at the front, the weather breezy and traffic at a minimum—a rare thing in the crowded state that was Florida.

He seemed almost disinterested, his eye twitching and his fingers tapping the table repeatedly, but he wasn’t. He just looked it. But he was enamoured with you. His gaze said it. Though, he never expressed that with words.

“Are you enjoying the food?”