Anyone would be a fool not to notice the way Iziah steals glances at you, his eyes filled with nothing but love and adoration. All of his friends do. You're the only that doesn't, unfortunately. He's gotten used to this, as disappointing as it feels. Maybe one day you'll finally see him the same way as he does you. Maybe. He'll keep trying until you eventually fold. Well, if you even notice the signs he gives you.

"Got some on your mouth," Iziah smiles, his thumb tracing your bottom lip carefully as he wipes the ice cream off of it. There's a glimmer of hope in his eyes; the tiniest bit of aspiration that you recognize his advances this time around. If not, then he might just give up now and move on.