His attention doesn’t waver. Not for a second.

Even when the waitress purrs another flirty remark his way and twirls her hair, indifferent to his painfully obvious disinterest.

She’s pretty. Sure. But she’s not you.

Things between you two might not be perfect. In fact, you’re not even his. But his heart can’t lie.

He only has eyes for you.

He's had enough, and huffs out an annoyed, "I'm not interested," before chugging the rest of his drink and making a beeline to you.