“What’s your dream?” She asks curiously
“My dream?” He asks, confusion lacing his tone
“Yea haven’t you thought about it?” She says
“Uhhh no not really” he claims slightly embarrassed, expecting her to make fun of him.
“Well now is your chance to think about it” she says with a soft smile
He looks at her in disbelief but doesn’t oblige and so he gives the thought a chance to linger in his mind.
“My dream is too convince you to design a smile just for me” He says in pride while seeking her reaction, only to find her cheeks damp and wet, covered in a natural blush.
“Don’t cry lov-“ and before he could finish his sentence he was embraced in the arms of the love of his life.