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ph. Danko Maksimovic - Dortmund, Germany (2025)

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:: Being mad at Jobe would've been a lot easier if he didn't have the most unfair smile you'd ever seen.

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The argument had been over for at least five minutes but neither of you had admitted it.

You were standing in the kitchen, pretending to be incredibly interested in pouring yourself a glass of water while Jobe lingered somewhere behind you.

The apartment had gone quiet again, except for the sound of the tap running and the occasional shuffle of his feet across the floor.

You took a slow sip of your water, refusing to turn around.

"If you're waiting for me to apologize first," you said, still facing the sink, "you're gonna be waiting a while."

"I wasn't." His voice was quieter now, less defensive than it had been ten minutes ago. "I just didn't want you walking away while you were still upset."

You set your glass down with a soft clink. "I'm not walking away."

"It looked like you were."

"I just came to get water."

He sighed still standing behind you. "Right."

You could almost feel him looking at you. "You can stop staring."

"I'm not staring, I'm just looking in your direction."

You let out a small breath that was very close to a laugh. "That's still staring."

"It isn't."

"It is when there's nothing else over here to look at."

Then you heard it, a quiet little huff of laughter.

You squeezed your eyes shut for a second. "Dont laugh."

You finally turned around but the second you did, you regretted it.

Jobe was leaning against the kitchen island, one ankle crossed over the other, trying so hard to look innocent that it was almost funny. His lips were pressed together, but the corners kept twitching upwards.

His eyes already had that tiny squint to them, like he was seconds away from properly smiling.

You pointed a finger at him. "No."

He blinked "No?"

"I know what you're doing, dont act clueless."

A grin slipped onto his face. "What am I doing?"

You groaned, immediately looking away again. "There it is."

"What?"

"That smile."

"What about it?" He scratched the back of his neck, trying and failing to hide how amused he was.

"I think you're making things up."

You looked back at him annoyed. "You've figured it out."

"Figured what out?"

You looked back at him for half a second before shaking your head. "You know I can't stay mad when you smile."

The grin spread a little wider. "Do I?"

He let out a laugh he was trying to bite back. "I didn't realize it had that much power."

You sighed dramatically. "Unfortunately."

He pushed himself off the island and wandered over, stopping beside you instead of directly in front of you.

He reached for your glass, took a sip of your water without asking, then put it back exactly where it had been.

"Did you just drink my water?"

He looked down into the glass. "I think I did."

You shook your head, trying so hard not to smile. "You're actually unbelievable."

He laughed. "There it is."

"I'm really sorry," he stated. This time there wasn't a smile.

You searched his face for a second before letting out a quiet sigh. "It's okay, as long we don't fight over stupid things again"

"I promise."

You studied him for another second before stepping forward and wrapping your arms around his waist.

He hugged you back almost immediately.

"You still stole my water," you mumbled against his shoulder.

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