Falling for Sakura
He was watching her, and he had a big, fat grin on his face.
“See?” she asked again, looking up at him.
He nodded, still grinning like an idiot. Sakura couldn’t help smiling back. She thought he looked adorable.
“What?” she asked. “Why are you smiling like that?”
“Nothing,” he said. “You got something on your nose.” He wiped the smudge of coffee debris from her skin. Once it was clean, instead of moving his hand away, he touched her cheek, pretending to clean there, too.
“Is it all over my face?” she asked.