In his memory, Amanda Smith always had a bland face, with too delicate features that weren't the least bit attractive to him. He preferred faces that dazzled him upon sight, whether ravishingly beautiful or innocently pure, they had to stand out from the rest. Amanda's appearance never fit within the scope of his aesthetic preference.
However, at this moment he didn't know why, but he found Amanda, who was smiling softly, to be damnably beautiful!
He stared at her face, feeling a bit parched and tongue-tied.
"What's the matter?"
Perhaps his gaze was too fervent, for Amanda, who had been keeping her head down, turned to look at him, her clear eyes reflecting his face; Samuel Johnson awkwardly turned his gaze away.
"Nothing."
His tone was a little irritable.
"..." Amanda gave him another glance, gently bit her lip, and put away her smile, then lowered her head and fell silent.
