She sighed. “I know; it’s a real problem for me. You see, I have resting smile face.” He raised his eyebrows. “Resting . . . smile face?” She nodded. “Yeah. You’ve heard of resting bitch face, right? I would assume so—your picture is right next to the definition in the dictionary. Well, you see, I have resting smile face. It’s not my fault, I can’t help it. My face is just like this. People ask me for directions constantly. It’s not because I look like I know where I’m going, it’s because I look friendly.” “That’s probably because you are friendly,” he said.
