“You sigh a lot."
“I do?"
“Yep. Wanna talk about it?"
“Um, well, the thing is, you are really good looking, Jasper," she said, seeing she had surprised him by his expression. “But I am sure you know that. Anyway, I am an artist and I appreciate beauty, but I am afraid this situation I am in has made me a little, I don't know, but anyway, I apologize if I was staring. I am sorry—"
“Don't be," He interrupted. “I like your eyes on me. I like knowing you like the way I look," he said, voice so low she barely heard him.
Did that just happen?
She wondered and shook her head. No way. That was her curse, she supposed. Eternally optimistic and frequently disappointed.
Well, at least this relationship was purely business. She just had to remember that, even if, for whatever reason, that fact
