Novel & Cerita Smile Smirk

“Not just talking. You were smiling.” I paused for half a second. Damn Marcus and his semi functioning memory. Tariq dropped his fork like it was breaking news. “Smiling? Like actually smiling? Not the polite one or the fake public one, but the real kind?” “I smile all the time,” I muttered. “False,” Rafeal said. “You smirk, you glower, you look vaguely constipated sometimes, but smiling? That’s rare, my guy.” Tariq barked a laugh. “So who was she?”

I agreed, and he smiled. Not a smirk, but a smile. It was hard to breathe for a moment. His smile lit up his entire face like Christmas. It was so different from his signature trouble-maker smirk. It was warm, and something about it made me feel at home.

Smiling. ---

he added, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper, "a little bit for me too." Despite her best efforts to remain impassive, the corners of Olivia's mouth betrayed her. They quirked upward in a subtle, involuntary smirk, like a child caught in a small act of mischief. The sensation was strange and foreign, this unexpected mirth that bubbled up in such a serious moment. It was difficult to suppress, so she bit down on her lower lip, a makeshift dam against the joyous ripple threatening to spill over.

I uttered, lifting my gaze back at her. Her eyes were dimmed and fixed directly at my mouth. She pointed at it and said, "It doesn't suit you, one bit." "Really?" I chuckled, finding her words funny. "Yeah. You look weird when you grin. Maybe a smirk would be better, not a smile, " She advised. I found myself cackling at her words. It was just hilarious. Maybe it's because of the completed work that's why I'm feeling so jovial today. "Tell me, what do you want me to get for you? " I asked both Brielle and Tania.

A handsome devil and he knew it but he was a survivor and I loved it and I hated it at the same time. “What? What’s funny?” He broke the spell; I didn’t know I was smiling in the first place. “Nothing” “Your lips…they are doing that thing they do when you are happy” “It’s called a smile, Flames. I didn’t realize it’s a crime to smile” “Never said it was, Mia” The Mia came out a bit exaggerated from his end. “You don’t want me to speak, you don’t want me to smile, what do you want me to do?”

Then, he stared and shot Daniel a smile, one that was more sarcastic than the one Daniel gave him. “Have the guts to do but not the guts to admit, huh?” The corner of his lips slowly tugged into a smirk.

She said nothing either. She simply smirked. Taste of betrayal one.

Eating cereal like it’s a luxury item. Me: Staring at the camera, internally screaming like a trapped extra. He looks up mid-bite. “Miss Park, you’re supposed to look at me, not the lens.” “I’m supposed to look at the person who started this circus?” “Smile.” “I will stab you with this spoon.” He smirks. “Noted.” There it is again — that stupid smirk. The one that makes my blood pressure spike and my brain short-circuit. “You’re enjoying this,” I accuse.

I smirked. "NOOO."