“It’s okay. You look beautiful.” I opened the door for her. She stopped abruptly in the doorway and looked at me. “I do?” For a second, I was afraid I’d said something wrong. My collar felt tight. “Yes. But it’s not that I don’t think you look beautiful other times. I always think you’re beautiful. I just meant that right now you—” “Hey.” She smiled again and put a finger over my lips for a moment. “It’s okay. It was a nice compliment. You’ve just never said that to me before.”
