Nonie laughed when he called her beautiful. She had never felt terribly comfortable on the receiving end of a compliment, especially those that involved her looks. She tried to be honest with herself about who she was. She' was on the unflattering side of thin, blindingly pale, generally tomboyish. Her red hair was usually a frazzled mess, although tonight she'd managed to keep most of it out of her face with an elastic band.
She perked up a bit when he mentioned being an offensive coach. She gave him another look, studying his face and letting her eyes sweep up and down his body. "Dorkins?" It had taken her a good minute to remember his name. He was right about one thing, they had never met. At least, not in any official capacity that she remembered. But Nonie knew his work. When she'd first taken a job with Montrose, she'd done a lot of homework about the other coaches in the league.