“And your eyes. And mouth. And the way that one piece of hair always falls onto your forehead.” His smile grows. “That’s a lot of things. Sounds like you might like me.” “I do, but not because of any of those things.” His forehead knits in confusion. “You’re a good guy. A great guy, actually. You’re talented and you work hard, but you know how to have fun too. I like a lot of things about you now that I think about it. Want the full list?”