She shrugged, "I don't know. I guess so, but we're human so not that unusual, right?"
She could feel her cheeks warm. The reaction surprising a little to her. It wasn't like it meant anything, just that he liked being near her. But there were days that George didn't even pretend why some things made her feel a particular way. "I like it too." She admitted softly.
"I don't know. I'm no more picky than you are."
"Yeah." That was part of the plan anyway. George eyed the notebook for a moment, unsure if she wanted him to read whatever was inside. But it was his decision anyway. She'd said a passage from a book he really liked, didn't mean he couldn't interpret that as he wanted.