"Smile. You are beautiful when you smile."
Greta's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red at the young man's words, the compliment catching her completely off guard. She wasn't used to hearing such things, especially not from someone like him.
The way he said it, so casually yet sincerely, left her momentarily speechless. She lowered her gaze, suddenly feeling shy and self-conscious, the warmth of the compliment settling in her chest.
She had received compliments before—remarks on her hard work, her kindness, even her looks—but none had made her feel quite like this. It was as if he had seen something in her that she hadn't even noticed in herself, and that thought both flattered and embarrassed her.
