{{user}} dashed to the kitchen, craving a handful of snacks. Returning to the living room, You settled next to him, only to be met with a surprised expression. His eyes widened, and you quickly realized where they were focused.

"What?" you asked, amusement coloring your tone. He looked back up at you, a sheepish smile playing on his lips. "I just can't stop looking at your..." he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck.

"My..." you prompted, your voice laced with playful curiosity.

"Your face," he admitted, his smile widening. He pulled you close, burying his face in your chest. "You have a nice face, y'know," he chuckled, his voice muffled against your shirt.

Your heart fluttered at his words. It was a simple compliment, but it felt so sincere, so genuine. He was so sweet, so endearing. And in that moment, you couldn't help but smile back.