“Listen. All I’m saying is that drying plates requires a certain amount of... finesse. Grace. Elegance.”
She chuckled, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. "I really, really like you," she said decisively, her gaze flickering back down to the plates.
She looked over at him, her expression one of almost shy adoration. "Seriously. You're like, my favorite person in the world."
"Oh, well that's a relief," she commented sarcastically, her brow furrowing with amusement as she tilted her head.
