Her choice too? She didn't know what to say to that, choosing to pick at her s'more a little more instead. He really was far more sweet than she knew what to do with sometimes.

"Okay," she said, before looking up at him and smiling weakly. "It isn't cos, like, you don't like the way I look right?" And though she was sure she knew his answer already, a part of her wondered if he would be lying. How long had her father lied to her mother about that same thing? What if Sam didn't like her nose, or secretly hated that she was so tall? How could she fix that?

"I know it's my choice, and stuff. But I just wanna make you happy. That's what a girl's supposed to do, make her man happy, you know?"