Zander: You're pretty beautiful, you know. I mean... uh..
Juliet: Its just the light; you can't see me properly.
Zander: I've seen a lot of people. I know what beautiful looks like.
Juliet: Well then, I'm still not sure I believe you but... Thank you; its kind of you. Really... sweet
Zander: What about your high self esteem? Am I to prove it to you, then?
Juliet: And how are you going to prove it to me?
He stayed silent for a moment, before looking over at her again, brown eyes unreadable before he leaned forward slightly. He brought them nose to nose, almost kissing her, before he met her eyes and melted.
Zander: I-I
Juliet: You know, I don't bite.
Zander: You sure?
He leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers. It was soft, slow, and deliberate. He pulled away slightly, grinning.
Zander: There. I don't kiss unattractive, non-beautiful people. Therefore, you must be beautiful.