The sun was shining down strong, making everything warm as Alex’s bike gave a soft rumble under you. You were sitting on his lap, legs stretched across the seat, holding steady while using the shiny front of his helmet like a mirror. You leaned in, carefully putting on your lipstick, your reflection smiling back at you.

You tilted your head and said with a little grin, “I’m so beautiful.”

Alex’s helmet moved a little, and his voice came out flat through it, “Yeah, sure.”

But what you didn’t see, because the helmet covered his face, was the light blush spreading across his cheeks. His jaw tightened just a bit as he tried not to smile. His hands rested gently on your sides, but his heart was racing. Not that he’d let you know. Not when you were already saying how beautiful you are like he didn’t think that every time he looked at you.