Cece knew he was in love. He had all the quintessential signs of a man in love. He would spend most of his time with her, smile more around her, blush frequently, his eyes followed her everywhere she went. He was paying attention to details, bringing her lunch as she immersed herself in her writing, and did not complain about ignoring him for days.
"He tells me how strong you are, that you don't dwell on the past but work for your future, that you are focused and you know what you want. He also says that you don't complain about anything, ever. That might be the trait he likes the most."
Cece felt shy. She muttered, "Most women are like that. He has obviously exaggerated."
"But you are special. And very important to him. Honestly, I like it, the way he has been thinking about you. What about you? Have you ever shared with him how you feel about him?"
