He always gave you the better flavor without a word. If there was a strawberry and a grape, he gave you strawberry and took grape. No explanation. No bragging.

You told him nothing. He lingered nearby as you sipped, watching the way your face lit up, the subtle tilt of your head, memorizing every small reaction. Each gesture, each unspoken smile, became a treasure to him. His attention was soft, obsessive, and entirely focused on you.