“A gift?” she asked, her gaze falling to the pretty little box in your hands. That stupid dorky smile on your face. The look of anticipation in your eyes, searching for her approval like some puppy. You were sickeningly sweet, it was almost pathetic.

Almost and not fully because she found herself finding it adorable. Romance or affection wasn’t her thing, but your effort to try and woo her was nothing less of endearing.