The morning sun painted soft gold across the sky, and everything about the world felt a little brighter, just like the hearts of two people sitting in the car, holding hands like they were made for it.
Ava's cheeks were pink like a blooming rose, and her smile wouldn't stop tugging at the corners of her lips. She rested her head on the window for a moment, stealing glances at Nova from the corner of her eye.
Nova, on the other hand, looked fresher than spring itself. His golden hair was messy in the cutest way, his blue eyes sparkled with a strange mix of mischief and love, and his hand was resting gently on her thigh, his fingers warm and comforting.
Ava tried to act calm, but her heart was thumping faster than usual.
"Nova," she muttered softly, trying to hide her flustered expression.
"Yes, my love?" he asked innocently, turning his face toward her with that same silly, adorable grin.
"You're being too romantic," she said, narrowing her eyes playfully. "It's distracting."
