[She loves it, secretly, when boys do that — just lightly tap beneath her chin, lift her face up. It's such a small and subtle thing, but there's something so sweetly romantic about it that she can't help but enjoy it, whenever it happens.
Her expression is soft as she looks at Mista, as his admission washes over her like warm sunlight. She's smiling without even realizing it, charmed by his frank, genuine nature and his gentle honesty, and as he leans in to press his kisses against her forehead and nose, she lets her eyes fall shut, relishing the feeling of it.]
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Her expression is soft as she looks at Mista, as his admission washes over her like warm sunlight. She's smiling without even realizing it, charmed by his frank, genuine nature and his gentle honesty, and as he leans in to press his kisses against her forehead and nose, she lets her eyes fall shut, relishing the feeling of it.]
You're awfully nice to me, Guido Mista.
[She laughs softly; it's a sweet, easy sound.]
Are you sure I deserve how nice you are to me?