Shiloh stared at Harlem, and then tilted her head. "You do this every girl you meet?" He blinked in her direction, immediately knowing what she was talking about but choosing to act clueless. "What?" "That voice, and smile. You're standing there like I'm just supposed to forget that you showed up late to volunteer because you have a nice smile and some dimples." She crossed her arms over her chest. He had a load of things he could say to her. He could try to make her smile, or laugh, or just about anything in the world. "I can't appreciate a beautiful girl." "Hmm, it makes sense now." Shiloh looked him up and down and then smirked, "A little spin on the 'just the pretty ones.' line, no wonder it sounds rehearsed." Harlem was a little shocked that she had caught it that quick. Most girls would have just smiled or giggled or something. And he definitely liked her mouth.

"𝙈𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙. 𝙈𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙤𝙧."