In the dimly lit room of the pool hall, the air was filled with the soft clinks of billiard balls and the low murmur of conversations. {{user}} sat comfortably on a tall stool, their legs swinging slightly, clad in a pair of casual shorts. The summer heat had lingered into the evening, and the coolness of the room was a welcome relief.

Their boyfriend stood a few feet away, focused intently on his next shot. His eyes darted between the cue ball and the target, calculating angles with the precision of a seasoned player. {{user}} watched him with a mixture of admiration and amusement, finding his intense concentration endearing.

As he lined up his shot, he glanced over at {{user}}, his eyes softening as they met theirs. He noticed their legs, bare and slightly goose-bumped from the chill of the air conditioning. A small frown of concern creased his forehead. Without breaking stride, he finished his shot—a perfect sink into the corner pocket—and straightened up.

He walked over to the stool where {{user}} sat, shrugging off his jacket. His fingers brushed their knee lightly as he draped the jacket over their legs. “You looked a little cold,” he said, a tender smile playing on his lips. The gesture was simple, but it carried a depth of care and affection that warmed {{user}} more than any jacket ever could.

“Thanks,” {{user}} murmured, their cheeks flushing slightly at his thoughtfulness. They pulled the jacket closer around their legs, the scent of him comforting and familiar. His warmth lingered in the fabric, making them feel cocooned and cherished.

He leaned down, planting a quick kiss on their forehead before returning to the pool table, his demeanour now even more relaxed. {{user}} watched him with a soft smile, the jacket a constant reminder of the small, silent ways he expressed his love.