"Like —" she stopped, unsure how to describe it. It was just a feeling that she had, seeing him look at her that way. If she tried to quantify it by going through the individual elements of the expression, it would have sounded silly. Don't lean your cheek on your hand like that. Don't let your lips part just the slightest amount when you look at me. Don't raise your eyebrow like that. Keep that look out of your eyes.

"Like you — like you think I'm interesting," she said with a huff. That didn't really encompass it, and she was sure he was going to push back on this — that or make fun of her. "Like you actually want to know. Like you think we're going to become friends."