He looked beautiful.

I knew that something had upset him, that I probably upset him, but I couldn't help but to stare at the way his lips curved and dipped into the rest of his face.

He sat at the tiny table I had in my kitchen, in the robin's egg blue chair that I normally saved for myself, with his hands tucked under himself. He looked small, innocent almost.

I stepped into the apartment and closed the door behind me, making an audible noise so that he knew I had arrived.

"Zachary, I'm really sorry. I started to blow up on you, but Sebastian was literally just your dog. I'm so sorry. I understand if you want me to leave." He began rambling from his seat at the table, but I just smiled.

"It's alright, Calvin. You didn't know." I spoke while releasing Sebastian from the leash. The poor dog hadn't even wanted to leave the building once he saw the rain that poured outside, and I wasn't going to force him to go out into it. So he quickly did his business behind the bushes that lined the front of the building and ran back to the safety of the complex.

"I am still sorry, even if you think its okay."

I moved to sit in the chair next to him, the fire truck red one made of sturdy wood. The close proximity of our bodies made my cheeks burn.

"Calvin, it's alright," I whispered. "Sometimes we just make mistakes."