He caught the look of confusion on her face and immediately wanted to forget that it had even been a thought. There was that nagging feeling that proved that he wanted to know the truth, but he staved it off with another sip, another lick and a quiet cough. "Am I ..." Hands that awkwardly gestured at himself, one holding a lollipop, the other a mug of coffee.
Samir blamed the need for sleep and the puzzling, endless stream of strangers who seemed to have no notion of personal space and tried to hit him up. While not entirely unwelcome, it was just strange. "In your expert opinion, could I be considered handsome?"