A Fakiru prompt
Ahiru rested her chin on her hands while staring happily at Fakir over their empty dinner plates, Fakir was just as happily staring right back. They both knew that shortly they'd have to get up, clear away their finished dinner, and start washing up, but that could wait a little while longer. For now it was nice to just sit and bask in each others' presence.
Ahiru dropped her hands down and leaned on her elbows as she smiled sweetly at Fakir. "Say something romantic."
"Your eyes," started Fakir, leaning subtly closer to Ahiru, "are so blue."
Ahiru batted her long lashes at Fakir, "Tell me more."
"The bluest blue to ever freaking blue."
Ahiru clamped her hands over her mouth as she snorted and guffawed. "W-w-w-what?!"
"Just so… so very blue," Fakir continued with a mischievous smirk.
"You're a writer!" Ahiru protested loudly, though the offended attitude she was trying to portray was lost in her laughter. "You have a degree for being this great, literary man, and that's the best you can come up with?"
Fakir leaned over their dinner plates and gently booped Ahiru's nose, "I made you smile."
After writing the previous one, this one popped into my head and I like it about a bajillion times better.