She flashed me her most dazzling smile. “On a scale from one to ten, how breathtaking am I?” I gave her my most deadpan stare. “You’re unbelievable.” “Is that because I’m an eleven?” she asked. I wanted to fire back with something clever, but it was a night for transparency. “Honestly? You’re gorgeous.” She wiggled with delight. “But you’re also an enigma. You are equal parts king and clown.”
