“She’s so pretty,” Anon mumbled down at their phone screen.

The comment managed to gain his attention. “You better be talking about yourself,” he said, raising one eyebrow questioningly.

The look in your eyes answered his own question. He pulls you into his lap, wrapping both hands around your waist. “You know,” he began. “If you want to look at something incredibly beautiful then go look in the mirror.” He locked eyes with you with a soft smile plastered on his face. “Because God’s finest creation is sitting right in front of me.”