“I get it. You’ve made your point.” “I don’t think I have,” he says. “Six, I like you.” That one catches me off guard. “You like me.” “Yeah, I mean, you’re a pain in my ass sometimes, but you’re not half-bad.” “I’m not half-bad.” He gazes down at me, a slight smile on his lips. “You’re gorgeous, and smart, and funny... you eat the whole orange and don’t just suck the juice out and throw it away like other people. That makes you a catch in my book.”
