moment

Is this too white? he asked, making me look at a manzanita flower in one of his photos.

No! I said. Are you too white?

Yes, he said.

I took off my shirt. Are my breasts too white? I asked.

Your breasts are perfect, he said, staring.

Smart girls want to be told they're pretty, and pretty girls want to be told they're smart. So which am I? I asked, embracing him.

You're a smart, pretty girl who doesn't believe compliments, he said.