“Hey, what’s this?”
You grasped the black cassette in your hand and looked up at Dean, putting the cardboard box with the rest of the cassettes in the glove compartment. Dean glanced at you for a moment, taking in the name written on the beige piece of tape before looking back at the road.
“Dean?” you inquired, the corners of your lips turning up as you smiled. “What’s ‘Y/N’s Mixtape’?”
“I was bored,” Dean shrugged, his eyes darting to anywhere but you as a light shade of pink colored his cheeks. “Babe, don’t give me that look.”
“What look?” you asked innocently, although your smirk betrayed your
“That ‘secret smile’ look,” he mumbled.
“This isn’t my ‘secret-smile’ look,” you grinned, popping the tape in. “This is my ‘you’re adorable and I love you’ look.”