You and Marc were casually strolling through the mall, bags in hand after picking out some clothes, but your attention was entirely on the book you were currently obsessed with. You couldn’t help but rave about it, practically glowing as you told Marc about the unexpected plot twists.

“And then, can you believe it? She thought it was her best friend the whole time, but it was actually—” you paused when you noticed Marc wasn’t looking at the clothes around him, but completely focused on you. His eyes were soft, a hint of admiration in them as he listened to every word you said.

You blinked, a little thrown off. “What?”

Marc just smiled, his gaze lingering on you with a mix of affection. “You’re just… so cute when you get passionate like this. It’s one of the reasons I can’t stop staring at you.”

You felt your cheeks warm up, the words leaving you a bit breathless. “I—really?”

He nodded, his voice soft. “You make even the simplest things sound so interesting. I could listen to you talk about anything.”