Johnny watched you as your fingers brushed over the buttons on your camera, finally clicking the right one as you managed to capture a picture of the birds you had been eying.

He smiled as you grinned down at your camera, proud with your shot. The sight of you like this, Johnny found it more than endearing.

“Aye, lovey.” He mumbled, offering you a hot cup of coffee. “Dinnae go cold now, {{user}}.”