She laughed over her cup of coffee, and all that he could see was just how beautiful she was, flaws and all.
Alya was spontaneous, reckless, and never had been a quitter, wearing everything on her sleeves, heart always on the line.
Nino was passionate and supportive of his friends, and yet he didn't wear his heart for the world to see like she did; he pressed closer, admiring the way her eyes lit up like chocolate, admired the way her hair curled down past her arms, and admired the way that she just smiled at him like it wasn't so obvious.
He just wanted to sweep her up in his arms and kiss every old heartache away and yet he wasn't sure that he could.
Nino still found himself eyeing just who she was, watching the way that she perfectly complemented him, the way his heart ached so strongly just for her.
He was lost in this moment, lost in her.
Alya leaned on her hand, smiling at him, and brushed her hair aside to just gaze at him, no curtain of protection anywhere around her.
Nino pressed forward, lacing their fingers together, and hearing her heartbeat just through the way it felt and just when he pressed the best he could to just hear it.
She was wild and reckless, but she was his wild and reckless.
There was something about her that was as addicting as a drug; he kept coming back to her.
Nino took a deep breath and just breathed her in, breathed this moment in, and knew that he'd never forget it again.
It was one of thousands of moments by her side, one where he easily like always sacrificed a small amount of his self control for her happiness, and like always, he was blown away by just her.
