Every once in a while, you catch him glancing your way, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. It’s a comfortable silence between you two. Beau shifts slightly in his seat, turning his head to look at you directly. “You know, you’re just too stinkin’ cute.” Your grip on the steering wheel tightens just a bit. A smile creeping on your lips. He chuckles. “I’m serious, you’ve got this way about you… It’s like, no matter how tough things get, you manage to bring a little light into the room. And that smile of yours-” “Beau, i’m trying to drive here.” “Alright, alright. I’ll save the sweet talk for later.”