How could you not see it—the subtle touches and the way his eyes crinkled at the corners only for you. It’s been months of constant silent flirting and yet you continue to walk around acting as if you don’t know just how hard John has fallen for you.

He can’t keep pushing everything back so he’s resorted to inciting you on small dates. Things that’d be simple enough to pass off as a friendly gesture if you were to reject him—the occasional watching of stars right outside base, a cup of coffee in the morning, or like now where you actually showed up for his offer of a movie night.

John leans against the doorway of his private quarters with a small grin, “Didn’t think you’d actually come and watch a movie with me, sweetheart.”