I’ve always had too much energy, too many words I wanted to say, and too many ways to show her how much I love her. And her? She’s the opposite. Calm, cool, always looking unfazed by the world. But I know better.

"Don't cling," she mumbles softly as I wrap my arms around her waist from behind.

"But you're warm," I whine, resting my head on her shoulder. She sighs, but I can feel her body relax just a bit.

She can pretend as much as she wants, but I know she likes me. The way she doesn’t fully pull away, the way she lets me hold her hand when no one’s looking, the way she leans her head on my shoulder for a second when she thinks I’m not paying attention.

"You're noisy," she says finally, but her voice isn’t harsh.

I chuckle and pull her closer, giving her cheek a quick kiss. "And you’re still my girlfriend."

I can feel her rolling her eyes, but the corner of her lips curves up slightly. Small victory.