"You're beautiful; you know that?"
The dishes she were holding broke as they made impact with the polished wooden floors. Her face like a tomato she scrambled to pick up the pieces.
"S-shut up!" It was a cute little grumble, and he smiled into his milked coffee.
"I don't see what's the problem. You're the one who always told me I should be more honest."
"I-I know that b-but-", she stuttered. Her words were leaving her as fast as her breath so she busyed herself with the task of getting ride of any tiny pieces of china she may of missed.
Getting up in a flurry of messy auburn hair, shorts, and an oversized t-shirt, she glided to the trash can next to him. Soft pink clashed with sharp red; he held his breathe.
Casting her eyes to the side she gave him a sheepish smile,"Thanks."
If he could he would kiss her then and there-
"-I bet you'd look even more beautiful with no cloths on though."
He hissed as a china plate connected with his baseball hat cladded head.