He's always whistling.
The happy boy with the dimpled smile and tousled sandy hair. She knows - without a doubt - that he's in a bad mood if she doesn't hear him whistling first thing every morning. It's like a mood thermometer; helping her gauge how he feels.
She's often surprised - delighted, really - when she wakes up to hear him whistling in the kitchen. Hear his whistle coming from the bathroom, sounding over the rush of water. Hear his whistle from his room as he dresses. It comes as a surprise, even if he whistles all the time. And every time she hears his whistle, her heart pinches and the flutter in her stomach bubbles up into a laugh. It's just so surprising, the way he makes her feel.
He just makes her happy.
He's just so infectious.
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