“She’s funny and clever and beautiful. She has this little smile that appears when she’s saying something funny, like she can’t quite contain herself from laughing at her own jokes. And she’s smart. She built her own business. She looks at numbers and sees patterns. She did a sudoku in like, five seconds. And she frowns all the damn time. Like everything is a problem she just needs to solve. All week I’d just stare at her face like an idiot, trying to watch the moment her expression would clear. If she figured out a problem, she’d get this tiny little victorious smile for a second,
