C̲o̲a̲t̲ ̲o̲f̲ ̲p̲a̲i̲n̲t̲

It probably had something to do with the London air, she decided.
Or maybe with the fact that he loved weird flavoured tea and she detested tea altogether. It also had everything to do with the awful plants in his room, the smell of paint and pot in the kitchen, the little space in his apartment and the warm, soothing, feeling of home always present around him. It was the way her fingertips trembled with serenity whenever he was around her and the way his green eyes shined whenever he smiled- and he smiled all the time.
It was for the way "I love you" poured so softly out of his mouth and the way his chest trembled whenever he laughed.
It was because standing next to him, she often grew tired of being alone.
Yeah, it definitely had something to do with the London air.