"Oh, that one's nice," he looked up from his phone, lips parted as he stared at you. You'd tasked Ethan with helping you pick out an outfit, but all he was doing was getting distracted everytime he looked at you. "Uh.. really nice."

He'd said the last three outfits were nice, actually.

"What about the one with the—with the lace..?" You both knew he was a sucker for the one with the lace. "The.. that one.."

He'd never admit it, but he was enjoying the fashion show.