I've Got Nothing To Do Today But Smile -...

"Today is the day that Arthur grins like an idiot and laughs and blushes and advises people on the amount of vanilla in their scones," Yusuf says. "May 22, everyone. Mark your calendars."

Eames, because he's a bastard, actually marks the calendar.

Sweet, adorable, a bit sad. Perfect.

I'm not feeling very coherent right now because chronic insomnia makes this another late night in a long list of late nights, but any eloquent words I could say about this fic would fall short on how I feel about it. This is the second story by gyzym I've read (The Love Song of the North American Douchebag is also pretty great) and I'm always going to look back on it with fondness. gyzym does a combination of comedy and slight angst so well and it's impossible for me not to swoon over her stories. I highly recommend this one! Also there's a pretty great soundtrack to read this to.

Note: for anyone who cares there are a few editing errors in this, but the number is very low.