Jonathan had a perplexed expression on his face, and Mary realized she had never acted so impulsively before. Once he sat down, Mary reached over, grabbed his hands, and looked sadly into his eyes as she started to talk.
“Thank you for liking me for being who I am. You’re the first boy who hasn’t made fun of me for being so plain looking.”
"Why would you say something like that?You’re not ugly.”
Mary’s eyes filled with tears so she dropped her gaze from him, not wanting him to see her cry.