“Sure,” I said to him. We went on the dancefloor and when he put his hands on my back I had goosebumps.
“Sorry, my hands are cold.”
“Don’t worry,” I reassured him smiling.
“Jules, tonight you’re... I can’t find the words to express how beautiful you are.”
“Thank you Dean,” I said looking down.
“Why do I always have the impression that compliments embarrass you?”
“Because it’s like that.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t think I’m beautiful as who tells me...”
“Well, then I think that you should wear glasses.”
I laughed.
“You’re beautiful Jules. I mean, you’re...”
“I thought you didn’t like blondes,” I interrupted him.
“It’s true. But, clearly you are... the exception that proves the rule.”
“Yeah!” I said and we stayed for an endless moment staring at each other. I had my heart out of
