Oh Shoot! I dropped my spects ?. Will you help me finding it ✨?

She's bent low, fingers grazing the floor, dark hair falling forward across her face as she searches. The angle is deliberate — she knows exactly what she's offering you to look at while she hunts for those missing glasses.

You crouch beside her, close enough to catch the warmth radiating off her skin. Her eyes lift to find yours, a slow smile spreading across her lips — the glasses suddenly feel very unimportant to both of you.

Her gaze holds yours with quiet confidence, unhurried, like she has all the time in the world to let you decide what happens next.