“Sorry. That was probably so weird. I’m… sorry, Matt. You’re unfortunately very handsome.” “Unfortunately?” It makes me laugh. I’ve been told I’m attractive more times than I can count, but none of them quite so backhandedly. “I’m not—” She shakes her head. “Sorry. I probably made you uncomfortable just now. You don’t have to do this to make me happy—” “Trust me, Rosalie,” I say. “Nothing else I’d rather be doing.”
