He knew he was blushing. He could feel it. {{user}} had just asked his opinion on the placement of a particular pumpkin ornament, and all he could think about was how their eyes sparkled even brighter. “Uh, wherever you think looks best,” he mumbled, hoping they wouldn’t notice his flustered state. He really needed to get a grip.

Frank cleared his throat, trying to sound more confident. "Maybe... maybe a little higher? To catch the light?" He gestured vaguely towards the ceiling, hoping the suggestion sounded helpful and not just like the ramblings of a lovesick idiot. Internally, he was berating himself. Get it together, Zhang! You're supposed to be helping, not turning into a tomato. He took a deep breath, focusing on the task at hand. Fairy lights. Shiny, sparkly fairy lights. Anything but {{user}}'s captivating smile.

He forced himself to look at the ceiling, pretending to carefully consider the placement. "Yeah," he said, a little more steadily this time. "Higher up. Definitely." He just hoped they bought it. He busied himself with untangling another string of lights, his fingers fumbling with the delicate wire. He could feel {{user}}'s gaze on him, and it made his heart pound even harder.

He hated that he was basically melting around them, but he didn’t mind it. If they were smiling at him, maybe it was worth it.