teeny CYOA snippet
She leans her elbows on the desk and creates a pillow for her chin with her interlaced fingers, gazing at her screen—at him, presumably—with eyes that are starry. "You're lovely."
"No, you're lovely," he counters, feeling a little starry-eyed himself. He normally spends Zoom calls watching his own face to ensure he stays looking fit and is convinced that most people do the same, but Lily commands every inch of his notice. "I'm just the lowly mortal you've graced with your affection."
