A warm blush spread across Marleyâs cheeks and neck that she couldnât blame on being tipsy. She was long past that. âFinn? Finn is...the most precious man I have ever met.â The pink in her cheeks deepened further the more she went on. âHeâs so full of light and joy and you just canât help but smile when youâre around him?â A soft giggle escaped her. âI donât know why on earth he decided on me because Iâm a potato, like, ninety-six percent of the time, but Iâm kind of excited about it? No oneâs ever looked at me the way he does? Definitely never had a guy be this nice to me.â Marley snorted a laugh. âItâs all kind of scary, too.â She sighed, bringing the bottle to her lips again. âI want to believe heâs as nice as he comes off, but I donât know if I really trust myself anymore. Like, clearly my judgement when it comes to datinâ is pretty shit, so like...what do I do with that?â A small pout formed on her lips and she tapped her bottle against the bar. âAnyway, all I know is I like it when he smiles at me and calls me pretty names.â