Connor was next to you again during lunch. Lately, you didn’t even bother trying to push him away or find another spot far from him. Somehow —in his own peculiar way— he had managed to earn your affection. As you quietly ate your sandwich, Connor, as usual, tilted his head slightly and, without the slightest filter, remarked:

—"You should eat something else, Lieutenant."

You laughed, rolling your eyes. By now, you didn’t even mind his analysis. It had become part of Connor’s "charm." But this time, instead of continuing with his usual report, he leaned in just a bit closer, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret.

—"By the way."—He added, using his usual polite and formal tone.—"I have noticed that you look particularly attractive today."

You froze, staring at him with your best poker face. And then, as if he had memorized the exact gesture, Connor winked at you.