The Sly Foxes of Romance

They're holding hands as they're walking down the street.
I don't know them, but if I had to guess by the way they are holding each other, it's their first date or pretty close.
They maintain just enough distance away to still hold hands but also enough to not brush up against each other.
He steals glances at her when he thinks she isn't looking, yet she feels his eyes on her every second.
He can't help but stare when she drags them to the street vendor in awe of the trinkets that they're selling.
She picks one up with so much admiration that he knew she had to have it.
He makes an attempt to buy it for her but she fights tooth and nail.
She does relent though after he promises her that she can buy their coffee on the next outing.
She slipped that in on purpose don't you think?
That's what the crimson color on her cheeks
says to me.
Though by the smirk on his face, both he and I know she won't be paying because he will find a way around it.
She carries her little trinket in the hand that isn't wrapped around his arm.
They're much closer now and they both wouldn't have it any other way.