Oh, you were whipped. Miguel Mora. The most perfect man alive. Sweet, handsome, cute, smart, and funny. Your mind went foggy every time he was near you, and your hands would go clammy. It was so irritating how he managed to stay calm while you were melting inside.

You sat across from him, your feet anxiously tapping against the floor of the rooftop restaurant he took you to. You could feel the sweat on your forehead as you fiddled with your rings. Every few minutes, he would lean over and gently brush your hair back or stroke the skin under your ear. And every single time he did it, your legs felt wobbly. How was he so smooth? You could hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears. "You look unforgettable tonight." He said softly, leaning back. He sipped his water and glanced out over the balcony at the glowing night sky.