Radiant!

The way you brushed the hair from her cheek—a touch so light, almost accidental — sent a shiver down your spine as she tilted her head, just enough to catch the sunlight in her eyes. A slight blush rose on those pink cheeks, and the curve of her lips hinted at a smile. Her gaze met yours for a beat longer than necessary, a silent question hanging in the air between the station benches. It was perfect.