You had crooked teeth, a big insecurity of yours. Whenever you smiled you had the habit of covering your mouth with a hand.

Roach took notice to this, while he was never really a talker unless he was hurt or needed it. As time went on you managed to be sitting with Roach, it was a quiet morning and you had been rambling off. You smiled at him but quickly covered your mouth.

“ Don’t cover your mouth. I like your smile. “

Those were his first words to you.