"You're a sweetheart," He said suddenly. He had this crooked kind of smile that made him look mischievous. Big, warm, eyes the color of honey, outlined with dark curly lashes. A mess of light brown wavy hair on his head. I looked up at him, an awed look in my eyes, a shocked smile on my face. My face burned. "W-what?" I stuttered. He chuckled softly, his smile growing bigger. "I'll see you later Leah, okay?" He stood up and walked away, turning back once and waving back at me, that grin still plastered on his face. I stared back at him, my head fuzzy. "Sweetheart." My mind echoed his words over and over again. He called me sweetheart.