She looked at him. His perfect dark blonde hair. His bright eyes. The way he made everything look effortless.
"Penny for your thoughts?" He asked her, running his hands through his hair.
Where to begin. Should she say he's handsome? Talented? Amazing?
"It's just...what are your flaws?"
"Like what?"
"I....I can't seem to find a single thing wrong about you. Yet you are talking to a lowlife like me." She finished, blushing.
He hesitated for a while, and like always when he concentrates, he bit his cheeks.
"I'm far from perfect, we all are. But you, you are the closest thing to my definition of perfect I've ever come close to."
