You notice everything.
The way her hand sits there like it belongs.
The way she leans back when she does it.
The way the fabric shifts just enough to show that band underneath.
At first, you kept it to yourself.
Then one day—
You said something.
And now?
You don’t stop.
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She’s standing across the room.
Talking like usual.
One hand gesturing.
The other—
Hooked into her belt.
Thumb inside, fingers curling slightly as she tugs absentmindedly.
Your eyes flick over.
Then away.
Then back again.
“…You’re doing it again.”
It slips out.
You don’t even try to stop it.
She pauses mid-sentence. Looks at you.
“…Doing what.”
You gesture vaguely.
“Your belt thing.”
She glances down. Like she genuinely has to check.
“Oh.”
A shrug.
“Yeah.”
And then—
She does it again. Tugs slightly.
You stare at her.
“…You’re actually so annoying.”
She huffs out a quiet laugh.
“Why.”
“You know why.”
“I don’t.”
She’s not even trying to fix it. If anything, her hand settles more comfortably there.
You lean back in your seat.
Cross your arms.
“Because you keep—”
You stop yourself.
She watches you closely now. Waiting.
“Keep what.”
You roll your eyes.
“Nothing.”
She smirks slightly. Steps a little closer.
“Say it.”
You shake your head.
“No.”
“Say it.”
Her tone is easy.
But persistent.
You glance around.
A couple people are listening now. Of course they are.
You lower your voice slightly.
“You keep pulling them down.”
She looks down again. Then back up.
“I’m not pulling anything down.”
“You literally are.”
She tilts her head. Slow.
Then gives the belt a small tug.
On purpose this time.
“Like that?”
Your face heats immediately.
“Stop.”
She grins.
“That’s what you’re talking about?”