He sighed, stretching slightly. "We should probably head back anyway; we have to figure this whole 'machine thing' out."
Jack sighed and leaned back in his chair, stretching slightly. His desk held crumpled pieces of parchment and spilled ink, indicative of the various plans that he had sketched out and abandoned in the last few hours.
He frowned, running his fingers through his curly hair, confusion reflected in his eyes. "You did what?"
She picked something up, it looked like a painting, but she made sure the front wasn't visible to him. "This!"
She flipped the painting over, showing him the front. It was the blue house, painted how they discussed. The paint was still not dry.
He stepped forward cautiously, as if any sudden movement would cause it to shatter. He knelt down beside it before looking up at her with wide eyes. "You did this?"
He watched her, completely lovestruck before leaning forward and kissing her lightly. "It's beautiful," he murmured, "and I love it, but could you put it off to the side so I could kiss you properly?"
