Enamored.

✦ . That was the closest, most accurate word she could use to describe how she felt. She couldn't look anywhere else.

Mystic Flour Cookie, an apathetic deity. She herself knew she shouldn't view you in such a way. She didn't care.

The incense that burned in the pagoda only added to the atmosphere, nearly intoxicating.

Seeing you flushed. The way your face tinted a slight red. The way you brought a hand up to cover your slight smile. The way you averted your eyes just the right way. All of it.

Do it again. She had to do it again. She had to say something again, but what? She didn't even mean to say something that would hit a sweet spot before, how could she do it on purpose?

" ... Do you look this pretty just for me? "

She breathed out, her tone flat yet meaningful. She wanted to ruin you in the sweetest way possible, keep you safe nonetheless. She managed to do just that.