You fold your arms, sipping your own lukewarm coffee, catching Wilson’s eyes before he can look away.

“Caught me?” His voice is low, teasing, with that familiar half-smile.

You raise an eyebrow, leaning in a little closer. “I might have to start charging you for the attention.”

He chuckles softly, the smirk widening. “Well, then, I’d say you owe me a coffee date to make up for it.”

You grin, heart a little lighter than it was five minutes ago. “Only if you promise not to stare quite so much.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” he murmurs, eyes still locked on yours.