At first, Juno snorted, rolling her eyes. At this point Marco didn't need to blow smoke up her ass. But then he admitted that she was a bit of a mess, even if not in a bad way - which Juno still disagreed with - but what he said felt good to hear.
As Juno had been staring at her feet while she spoke, Juno didn't see Marco blush or smile. She made a face of derision when he said her speech had been pretty good. She was about to protest verbally when he held out his hand and Juno felt a thump in her heart like it had missed one beat and overcompensated in the next. Juno took his hand, eyes wide with nervousness. She wanted to smile, but couldn't really hack it. This made no sense. "Yeah? You sure? I'm...are we...us?"