Phineas and Isabella!
"Well?" Isabella asked, doing a little twirl. "What do you think of this one, guys?"
She was referring to yet another dress she was trying on for her cousins wedding; a simple pink gown that stopped just below her knees.
Buford shrugged with an disinterested 'eh', Baljeet tugged at the collar of his shirt and nervously stammered, and Ferb offered two thumbs up in approval. Phineas, however, was staring off to the side with a thoughtful look on his face, not even aware that she had come out of the dressing room.
Isabella frowned, disheartened by his lack of attention. Ferb gave his step brother a sharp nudge with his elbow that seemed to snap the boy out of his trance.
"Huh? What is it?"
"Ahem." Isabella cleared her throat, and Phineas's gaze traveled up to her. "What do you think of this dress, Phineas?"
Isabella held her breath, more eager to hear his opinion than anyone else's.
"It looks nice." Phineas replied, offering a polite smile. "I think you look great in all the dresses, Isabella."
"Oh." She felt a pang of disappointment despite his compliment. "Thanks, Phineas."
He'd barely even glanced at the dress.
She sighed. "I guess I'll just buy this one then."
"Actually," Phineas continued, looking a bit sheepish now, "I was thinking maybe that dress over that would suit you better."
Isabella followed the direction that Phineas was pointing to- the same direction he'd been starring so intently at before- to find a long, flowing, light blue gown.
"You…you do?" she stammered, surprised that he had been thinking of her at the time rather than simply daydreaming.
"Well, yeah." Phineas looked back up at her, his gaze softer, his smile all the more genuine. "I've always thought that color looked amazing on you, Isabella. It really brings out your eyes."
Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt a blush come to her face.
Oh, she was definitely buying that dress.
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