"I think it looks great. Beautiful," Steve says sincerely, but he isn't really looking at the plant. He's looking at her, and how her pink hair seems to glimmer in the sunlight coming in through the window.

He wants to kiss her, but he doesn't know if they're at a place where he can just kiss her for no reason. Just because.

After staring at her for probably longer than is necessary, he clears his throat and turns his head, shoving his hands in the back pockets of his jeans as he looks around at all the boxes on the floor. "So, are we putting together furniture?"