When we started seeing each other, Nick would poke my nose and in a robotic tone, say, "Boop." Amused but perplexed, I would ask him why, and he would just do it again. Poke, "Boop."
Months passed, and I stopped asking. I just always laughed whenever he did it.
Then one evening, when I was feeling really sad about something, he poked me on my nose and said, "Boop. It's your smile button. It never fails. Push the button ... Boop!"
This was cute for a couple of reasons. One was that he had kept it to himself for perhaps over a year. Second, that it worked infallibly and I'd had no idea.
I wonder how many more smile buttons I have, and how I'll find them.