lyney was always caught staring at you. his usual excuses were ‘sorry, your eyes got me mesmerized by the way they shine in the sun..’ or another flirty comment.

this time, lyney finally walked up to you and spoke.

“are you always this good looking in the mornings?” he asks with a small chuckle.

“or perhaps that smile of yours was initiated by me?”

he rests his chin on the palm of his hand as he sits in front of you with his elbow on the table