"Why are you looking at me like that, Grandma?" Silas asked, quirking a brow as he noticed his grandmother's soft, lingering gaze fixed on him.
The old lady's smile deepened, warmth flooding her face as her wrinkled eyes sparkled with affection.
"Nothing, my boy," she replied, her voice soft yet rich with nostalgia. "I was just looking at you because you're my cute grandson. That's all." She reached forward and gently ruffled his perfectly styled hair with her elegant, ringed hand.
Silas chuckled, the corners of his mouth lifting into a grin as he leaned slightly away to dodge the full force of her affection. "Grandma, come on," he said with mock protest, running a hand through his now-disheveled hair to fix it. "I'm a grown man now, not a cute little boy anymore."
