A warm blush spread across Marley’s cheeks and neck that she couldn’t blame on being tipsy. She was long past that. “Finn? Finn is...the most precious man I have ever met.” The pink in her cheeks deepened further the more she went on. “He’s so full of light and joy and you just can’t help but smile when you’re around him?” A soft giggle escaped her. “I don’t know why on earth he decided on me because I’m a potato, like, ninety-six percent of the time, but I’m kind of excited about it? No one’s ever looked at me the way he does? Definitely never had a guy be this nice to me.” Marley snorted a laugh. “It’s all kind of scary, too.” She sighed, bringing the bottle to her lips again. “I want to believe he’s as nice as he comes off, but I don’t know if I really trust myself anymore. Like, clearly my judgement when it comes to datin’ is pretty shit, so like...what do I do with that?” A small pout formed on her lips and she tapped her bottle against the bar. “Anyway, all I know is I like it when he smiles at me and calls me pretty names.”