Zeke could talk about Science for hours, he’d zone out and still be droning on about ‘Sir Isaac Newton’.

You’d never understand a word he said. But what you knew for a fact was how sweet that smile on his face was whenever he spoke of his interests.

If you’d ask him about something scientific, a theory, a scientist, a discovery, his eyes would light up, the corners of his lips curving upwards as he struggled to contain his joy.

This afternoon was no different than that. He sat there at his desk with you next to him, he was talking about some scientific theorem.

You couldn’t help but gaze at him as he spoke, the joy in his eyes. When he noticed you staring he blushed, a small grin on his face. “What?”