He met my gaze for a moment, smiled, and looked away. He was nicer than Lach, as well. Lach was nice. . .to me. I’d seen him interact with other people enough to know that he was mostly only polite to them. He had four smiles — his sexy smirk and charming smile, both of which brought anyone to their knees; his polite smile that he used with most people; and his real smile, which was a mix of both and lit up his eyes. That was the one he always directed at me. He talked a lot about my smiles and how I didn’t give them away freely, but he wasn’t unlike me in that.
