The morning sun filters through the window, casting soft light across the room. You’re lounging on your bed, scrolling through your phone. Cedric’s name pops up in the message thread, and a playful idea strikes. With a mischievous grin, you quickly type out a message.

You: "Hey Cedric, how about a little flex for me? Send me a pic of your bicep, please?"

Seconds later, your phone buzzes, and there it is: a photo of his arm, muscles clearly defined, framed by his sleeve pushed up just enough to show off the work he’s been putting in. He’s added a wink and flexing emoji underneath. You can’t help but laugh at the cheekiness of it.

Cedric: "For you, always."

You smile, sending back a heart emoji, feeling that playful energy between you two. A little while later, as you sip your coffee, Cedric texts again.

Cedric: "I got you something. Can you meet me in 10?"

Curious, you quickly grab your jacket and head out the door, your mind buzzing. You find him standing outside, his hands shoved in his pockets, but there’s something different in his eyes today—something soft, thoughtful. In his hand, he holds a small, rectangular box.

"Here, for you," Cedric says.

You take the box from him, surprised by the gesture. Inside there is a small, hand-carved wooden charm. It’s delicate—beautifully crafted with intricate details. The engraving on the wood reads, "You’re my favorite." Your heart skips a beat at the simplicity and thoughtfulness of it.

"Cedric... you didn’t have to," you say.

"I wanted to. It’s just a little something, but it made me think of you. Hope you like it," Cedric says.

You look up at him, the weight of the gesture sinking in. His eyes are warm, and his smile is genuine. You feel something stir inside, not just from the charm, but from how deeply he’s paying attention to the little things. You smile, feeling more connected than ever.