His smile was like sunrise after a storm - brilliant, warming, and definitely a welcome sight, and when had Jill started composing hideously bad poetry in her head?
Embarrassingly enough the next sound out of her mouth was a burst of giggles as he kissed her hand. By now her cheeks were so red, she was surprised there was any blood left in her legs. It was a number of what she considered to be long, agonizing moments before she was sufficiently in control of herself to reply.
"I... Jill! Is me. I am Jill," she stammered, dropping her face into her free hand to hide it and exhaling loudly. "I am fail, is what I am."