It had been something small.
His tie had been crooked, his suit slightly wrinkled, signs of a long, exhausting day. You hadn’t thought much of it. You’d just stepped closer, quietly fixing the knot of his tie and smoothing the fabric down like it was the most natural thing in the world.
He’d gone still under your touch.
“…You didn’t have to do that, you know…”
He had said after a moment, voice lower than usual. Then, softer.
"But… thank you.”
When you looked up, he wasn’t focused on his tie anymore. He was looking at you. And somehow, that moment stayed.
Not because it was grand or meaningful to anyone else but because no one had ever done something so simple for him without expecting anything in return. That was when it started. Quietly, inconveniently—
He felt like he was falling in love with you.