The smile she gave him was tender as his hand touched her cheek. Her hair was unruly at best when left down, despite her excessive time in front of the mirror with her brush and styling gel.
"Beautiful," she complimented honestly. "She must have been some girl..."
Someday, she hoped someone wrote a song like that for her... Hell, she hoped someone *felt* that way about her someday, song or no song.
"I totally can't believe you aren't like way famous..." It was contemplative how she said it, curious even. "I mean, that was so better than like the last three concerts I went to."
Maybe their intimate setting had something to do with it, too...