After a stressful day of training you sit in the break room with John sat across from you with a newspaper in his hand.

There was so many things you loved so the rant was just basically everything balled up at once. While you ranted, John sat there like he was reading the paper but he wasn’t and he was just staring at you, but you couldn’t tell.

John’s gaze was soft, and he didn’t look away, not even for a second. As John listened he thought about how precious and handsome you looked, he just couldn’t look away.