“You know, you’d be a lot prettier if you smiled once in a while,” she mused, fluttering her lashes. No wonder women hated it when men said that. “I don’t have time to smile.” “I don’t have time to smile,” she mimicked in an annoying voice. “Your maturity peaked in preschool.” “Aww, did Pouty Man Face get his feelings hurt?” “You’re fired, Maleficent.” “Good luck with that, Charming.”
