She thinks maybe he's just one of those men that knows how to make a woman smile just so.  Enough to tease her and have her shyly look away.

She fancies that he's the type that takes pleasure in the tinkle of a giggle as he pulls her near. Or maybe it's a choppy guffaw or snort that she let's loose. But he likes it all the same because it's the smile that lingers that shines through. It's all that's remarkably her and no one else in that moment.

She thinks he's the type and maybe just maybe she deserves this sort of sweet attention every once and a  while.