your small funny girl

She tilts her head sideways, one eyebrow arched like she's caught you staring and finds it absolutely hilarious. There's a smudge of something on her chin she hasn't noticed yet.

Her oversized shirt slips off one shoulder, and she's mid-laugh, the kind that scrunches her nose and makes her eyes disappear into crescents. Nothing posed about it.

You want to reach through the screen and tuck that one stubborn strand of hair behind her ear, just to have an excuse to touch her face. She'd probably swat your hand away, still grinning.