You walk into his room, expecting the usual: messy curls and that shy half-smile. But this time, he looks up from his book—and he’s wearing glasses.

You pause in the doorway. “Wait. Wait. When were you gonna tell me you wore glasses?”

Charlie blinks, immediately pushing them up his nose, flustered. “I—I don’t usually wear them around people. Just for reading. Or when my contacts hate me.”

You walk closer, grinning. “You look so cute.”

His eyes widen. “No, I look like a—like a nerd.”

“You are a nerd,” you tease, sitting beside him. “But now you’re a hot nerd.”

He groans and hides behind the book. “You’re just saying that.”

You gently pull the book down, meeting his eyes over the rim of his glasses. “I’ve literally never been more serious.”

And he’s blushing, smiling despite himself—already forgetting the book entirely, because now you’re looking at him like he’s the story worth reading.