Warnings: Unabashed, tooth-rottingly sweet fluffidy fluff and some kissing.
“There’s something different about you today, Y/N.” Tom said, standing in your favorite coffee shop in London, looking down at you seated at your usual table.
“Oh is there?” you asked with a grin, making your eyes twinkle. Tom couldn’t help himself. He sat across from you and put his chin in his hand as he studied your face.
“Yes, something is indeed different, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.” he said. “Have you done something with your hair? A new shade of lipstick perhaps?”
“Now Tom, you know I don’t wear lipstick,” you replied, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth out of habit. “And my hair is the same as it has always been.” Tom shook his head and continued to stare at you, trying to figure out the puzzle