No, he didn’t just really like her, Will really, really liked Mila. He liked the way she couldn’t seem to meet his eyes when she smiled, the way she would chew her bottom lip when she was nervous or flustered or simply at a loss for words. He even liked how clumsy she was, a trait he could only attribute to how shy she truly was. It was all so…goddamn adorable. And refreshing. Utterly refreshing. Of course it helped that she was strikingly beautiful as well, and not in some overly manicured, caked-with-makeup-and-covered-in-fine-clothing sort of way. She was naturally beautiful, and not at all overdone. And he couldn’t stress enough how immensely he appreciated that about her. Dinner had been a bumbling mess: Mila had spilled her drink, dropped her fork, and blushed at both him and the waiter more times than he could count, and then yet again, she’d insisted on paying for half the tab. Of course he hadn’t allowed her to do so, but for a moment there he’d thought she’d been about to make a scene about it.
