"What's my favorite little dork doing?"

I looked up at Kevin. "I'm just reading."

He chuckled. "That's my dork."

"I'm not yours."

He pouted as he took a seat next to me, placing his lunch in front of him.

We sat in silence. But the silence wasn't awkward, it was comfortable. It always was.

"You should really read this book."

Kevin snorted. "Oh please."

"No you'll really like it. It's about this girl who was told by the FBI that her father was kidnapped but she suspects that it was them who captured him for some unknown reason and- what, why are you looking at me like that?" I asked slightly uncomfortable at his gaze. He had a smile in place.

"I like when you get excited. Your eyes light up and you start talking real fast."

"That must be annoying."

"It's cute."