She looked away, but not before I noticed she was blushing, which was definitely a first.
"Are you blushing?"
"No! I'm hot!" She removed her hat and wiped her forehead.
"Nah, just cute, remember?" I joked.
"Trust me, Justin, I know I'm not hot." She sounded irritable.
"Hey! I was kidding!"
"But Jen is, and for what it's worth? I never thought you'd be the kind of guy to go for just that."
"I like her for other reasons."
"Yeah, the two big ones hanging out of her shirt. You're different around her, Justin. When you're with me and Jim and the rest of our friends, you're you, and when you're with her, you're ... a conceited jerk."
"I am not!"
"Whatever." Sam stood up. "The point I was getting at was even though you're good-looking and popular, you're a sweet guy, and that's pretty r
