"I like the combination of textures you've ensemble'd yourself with there. Nice mix of patterns. Bold choices," I said.
"Thanks. I like your..."
His eyes scanned feverishly up and down and over my body. Panic spread over his young face.
Four seconds.
Five seconds.
Six seconds
"...glasses," he said, his face finding repose.
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Your comments are why I get out of bed in the morning. Just kidding. But I do like them.