Sampo gazed at you with loving eyes. His elbow was propped up on the table you two were sitting at, and his head rested on his hand.

That same look, always. Hazy eyes, soft smile. Wasn’t he just so adorable?

“I hope you enjoy the food. I cooked it just for you, so it must be amazing.” He stated. Sampo always knew just how to please you— in every way. There was nothing he didn’t know about you.