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“Zayne, which outfit would look good on me?”
You showed him two photos on your phone of a fashion influencer modeling in two different outfits. One outfit was very chic and classy: a simple black dress that hugs the body in all of the right places, complete with sheer stockings and knee-high boots and a matching handbag.
The other outfit was a bright red sweater accompanying dark blue denim jeans with a pair of black heels for a stylish flair. The model had chosen a stylish caramel-colored handbag for this outfit instead.
“Both,” he responded without any hesitation.
You frowned. “What do you mean ‘both?’”
“They would both look good on you,” he commented, “Now if you were to explain the occasion requiring a particular dress code, then I might be more inclined to choose one over the other.”
“There is no dress code,” you said, adding, “They’re just fall-inspired outfits.”
“They’re both different styles,” he pointed out, “And I think both styles would look lovely on you.”
“You’re just trying not to hurt my feelings,” you said lightheartedly.
“When it comes to you, I am indeed very biased,” he argued proudly. “Ask me something else then.”
“Hmm, dogs or cats?”
“Cats.”
“Apples or pears?”
“Pears.”
“Coffee or tea?”
“Milk tea.”
“Macarons or me?”
“You,” he laughed. He crossed his arms over his chest, and shook his head at you with mock exasperation. “You’re both not in the same category.”
“I don’t know,” you said playfully, “We are both very sweet.”
“I stand corrected,” he responded, humoring you. Zayne pulled you into his arms and lightly pecked you on the lips. “I would still choose you instead.”
You pretended to gasp in surprise. “Over a macaron?”
“Always,” he answered, laughing again at your dramatic antics. Zayne kissed you again and smiled against your lips before pressing his forehead to yours. Beautiful hazel eyes stared into yours, his happiness overflowing.
You felt Zayne tightening his embrace, not wanting to let you go just yet. Soon, your own face broke out into a smile when you listened to his bold confession:
“You’re the perfect sweetness for me.”