The brisk air accompanied me on my walk down the street.

Just when I was about to pass an antique store, a small frame caught my attention.

Closing in, my breath hitched.

Cherry red heart-shaped lips, small hands in gloves, and earmuffs adorning his head, big, doe-like eyes were staring at a music box.

Words slipped through my lips, startling him. A blush decorating his squishy cheeks.

He turned away, but I saw the shy smile grace his lips.

His smile made me realize that I wanted to be the cause of it.

"You really are beautiful smiling," I whispered.