It was all very embarassing, what Blake was doing. Touching her face and taking her glasses, looking at her in that way and giving her compliments and being, well, downright charming. Shying from his touch, blushing slightly, Penny looked away and took a moment to compose herself. It was difficult to be snarky and flippant when you felt so flustered.
"I think you have no right to complain about your odd little features," she told him finally, leaning across his legs to pick up his book that she'd tossed out of his reach. "After all," she continued as she idly flipped through it, "you've had more then your share of the gorgeous people hunting you down. Adora was stunning, and Dr. O'Shea is quite pretty, and Godric is... well I don't need to tell you what I've heard the female students say about him." Penny supposed that, if she had to make a guess, Professor Witt would be the number one crush amongst the student population. Perhaps because every student was required to take one of his classes, and therefore everyone had seen him which was not true of all the other faculty. Perhaps it was because he was bookish, and a bookish handsome man was kryptonite to young girls. But whatever the reason, he was a hot piece of gossip.
"You have been quite noticed, and appreciated, around here. So obviously you must be incredibly handsome as well." And she slipped her glasses back on, almost in defiance of being pretty. Maybe Blake was not a supermodel, he wasn't chiseled and lean and smooth like a lot of the men here. But he had been noticed by the beautiful people, and Penny hadn't. So it seemed only logical that something was missing in her that wasn't missing in Blake.