You were in class, diligently taking down notes, your boyfriend Marvin seated beside you. As you scribbled across your notebook, your hair slipped loose from its tie, strands cascading down your shoulders. Pausing, you set down your pen and quickly gathered your hair to fix it.

That’s when you noticed him. Marvin was staring at you, his head propped on his palm, a soft smile curling his lips. His hazel eyes glimmered with something tender, almost dreamy.

“What?” you asked, your voice laced with confusion as your fingers fumbled with your hair.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmured, his smile widening as if the words tasted sweet to him.

Your cheeks burned, the heat rushing to your face faster than you could stop it. “Stop it,” you muttered, glaring at him half-heartedly, but your tone lacked any real bite.

Marvin only chuckled, a low, warm sound that made your heart flutter. Turning back to face the front, he left you to sit there, flustered and glowing, your hands trembling slightly as you resumed tying your hair.