Chris was lounging on the couch, completely sprawled out and clearly too comfortable. He had that look on his face, the one that screamed I’m about to tell you something that’ll either make you laugh or drive you insane.

He stared at you for a second, then grinned. "You think I don’t notice, but I do. You're so predictable, babe."

He giggled, clearly excited for the bombshell he was about to drop.

"You’re so obvious, you know that?" he said with a smirk, leaning in way too close, like he was about to reveal some major conspiracy theory. "I’ve been studying you. I’m like... a detective, but better-looking. Like Sherlock Holmes, but with better hair."

Chris leaned in, his voice a little lower, the teasing in his tone now mixed with something else. "You think you're sneaky with the ‘I’m fine’ routine? Babe, I’ve cracked the code. You say nothing's wrong, but then you throw me that look—the one where you're already planning how you’re gonna get back at me for whatever tiny thing I’ve done."

He paused for a second, his voice softening just a touch, but still playful. "I think it’s adorable, though. Honestly, I love how you think you can hide it. But, let’s be real, babe. I know every little trick you’ve got up your sleeve."

Chris’s eyes sparkled with mischief. "You’re not that hard to read, trust me. But that’s fine. Because the more I get to know you, the more I realize I’m never gonna get tired of figuring you out."