Soft smiles, stolen glances, and fingers brushing against each other under the table.it had been unfolding slowly, quietly. The kind of thing that didn’t need loud declarations, just little moments that said everything.

The photo appeared on {{user}}’s story first. A casual post. No tag. Just Chip, hands on his cheeks, the softest smirk playing at his lips. The twinkle lights above blurred into a dreamy glow, making the moment feel almost unreal.

And when Chip reposted it hours later with nothing but a white heart, well That was confirmation enough.