Let Me In
“I believe that is an apt description. I’ll take it.”
Her pretty smile reached her eyes, crinkling just a little at the corners. I liked that she was a pretty smiler. So many of the women I dated had this idea that smiling caused wrinkles. They would offer weird lip movements instead. I liked genuine people.
“Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves,” she commented.
I nodded. “I agree.”
“Ah, you are a man of few words.”
“I thought I was a prickly cactus?”
She giggled, sounding very young. “Yes, yes, you are.”