Bad Habits ↠ Brad Simpson
"I'm so proud of you." She smiled up at him as their feet shuffled side to side to the music.
"Why're you proud of me?" He replies, a small smile playing on his lips. He rarely smiled yet every time he did, she felt happier. He was rarely ever happy and showing his emotions.
"Because you got ride of your bad habits. You're learning to do things the right way; it makes me happy." She admits sheepishly, and as soon as the words rolled off her tongue, she felt so cliché.
"I haven't though - I've got you and you're my worst habit." He speaks softly, his eyes glittering in the moonlight.