Seth laughed when he saw me. “Hey,” I said, poking him with my foot, “be nice. ” “I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen you look anything less than…” He paused, playing with word choice. “Well-planned. ” “Why, you silver-tongued romantic devil. That is the look I usually go for. Other women go for sexy or chic or beautiful. But me? Well-planned all the way. ” “You know what I mean. Besides, unplanned isn’t a bad look for you. Not bad at all. ” His voice sounded deliciously low and dangerous, and something ignited between us as we held each other’s eyes.
What I find daunting always is to stand on a stage and talk to people, whether they agree with me or not.