She quirked a brow at him. “I mean, I’m pretty, but I’m no super model.”
His eyebrows arched despite himself. That… about summed her up, yeah. He’d never heard a girl describe herself like that before.
She burst into laughter. He stared at her, wondering what on earth she found so funny.
“I’m sorry,” she said, between giggles, “Your face. Your expression could not have more clearly said, ‘Wow, that was so accurate.’”
He felt a flush crawl into his cheeks. If his thoughts had been so obvious, he could only count his blessings that she found it amusing instead of insulting.