I startle a little at that, blinking as I try to balance his words with his tone and, once I do, I can feel my cheeks going hot again and my lips curling into a small smile.

Jack might as well have called me beautiful for the way it hits me and I let out a quiet laugh. "You're not too hard on the eyes there yourself, Mr. Zimmermann," I tell him, grinning down at my plate of food and picking off another bit of chicken before looking back up at him again, coy now. "Guess it's only fair for the number of times I've found your face distracting myself."