Jules
He looked at me, still smiling. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I just… you have a really beautiful smile, and… well, I figured I’d regret it if I didn’t at least introduce myself.”
My smile? What was he talking about? I was sure it wasn’t any good like he just described. Not the smile that had been on the verge of a breakdown all week.
Oh, life is hysterical.
“Oh,” I said again because apparently that was the only sound I could produce. “Thanks.” I said though, even though I wasn’t sure if I was truly thankful.
He laughed softly, then rubbed his palm on the side of his jeans, like he was nervous. That somehow made me feel less awkward, like he wasn’t some overconfident creep who collected phone numbers like baseball cards.
“So, um…” he cleared his throat. “If it’s no
