Even half-shadowed in the recess, Megan's toff appearance was very clear. "You..." He sucked at this, he really did. "You look a lot prettier in purple than I do," he came up with at last. Which wasn't exactly what he wanted to say.
As she stood, drawing closer, the light reflected off the side of her face and the sweep of her neck. And now she was close enough to smell: something light and feminine. Merlin. "I- I guess I f-f-" He swallowed and tried again. "I guess I found you."