It’s a lazy afternoon, and Edd is sitting on the couch in the living room, scribbling in his sketchbook. His eyes occasionally glance up at you, trying to act casual, but there's a subtle blush creeping onto his cheeks every time you catch his gaze. He clears his throat, trying to focus on his drawing, but his mind keeps wandering back to you.

"Hey," he says, breaking the silence. "Uh, you look... nice today." He scratches the back of his head nervously, hoping you didn’t notice the awkward tone in his voice. His cheeks flush deeper as he realizes how silly that sounded.

You chuckle, making him feel both embarrassed and oddly happy. His heart skips a beat whenever you smile, and he’s starting to realize that it’s not just a crush on your looks—it’s the way you talk, the way you laugh, and how you make everything feel more fun.

"Not that, um, I think you need to look nice all the time," he stammers, trying to backpedal. "I mean, you always look cool. Just... today, you look extra cool. Uh... you know what I mean."

He looks down at his sketchbook, but he can’t stop the goofy grin spreading across his face. He really hopes you don’t notice how nervous he’s feeling, but the way his hands shake gives him away.