A flash of red drew his eye to the source of the motion. He noticed that Rachel had long toenails with beautiful burgundy-red polish on them. It was the first time that he could remember ever noticing Rachel's feet. This detail caught him off guard, and it alerted Rachel that something was up.
"What?" She looked at his stare, then looked at her feet.
"What, Bill? Did I drop something?"
"No, no, nothing like that." Bill averted his eyes and again thanked Rachel for getting the dinner together.
"What is it?" She was looking all around her legs.
"It's just, nothing." Bill was turning red. "It's your toenail polish. I like that color."
"Oh. I had my toenails done yesterday after work." Rachel looked down at her feet, flattered that Bill noticed. That kind of detail was not on most guys'
