something about how the colors are on his face bothers me

I used to hate the color of my eyes cause they weren’t blue or green or gray, just plain ol’ brown. But then, this one time during lunch at 10th grade, the boy I liked was talking about something to his friends at our table when he suddenly stopped talking and told his friends to look at me. He literally told every single person eating at our table to stop whatever they were doing to look at my eyes because “it’s beautiful, look at how it changes color when the sunlight hits it just right. Look at it!” My face began to blush at the complimemt and the attention so everyone was telling him to stop being annoying and to apologize for bothering me, and all I could do was cover my face with my hands to hide the smile forming on my lips. I started loving my eye color after that, it’s been four years since.