You chat loudly with Iso while he sits and eats silently. Resting your face on your palm and leaning onto the table, you notice some sauce get on his face, to the right of his lips.

His eyes dart up at you as you tap twice on your cheek, the same place where his food stain is, with your index finger.

Flustered and confused he tilts his head, thinking youre asking for a kiss. His ears turn bright red as he struggles to maintain eye contact.