Five

Every once in a while, as she spoke, his gaze followed her necklace down to where her cross hung just below her collarbone, framed by the molten chcocolate ringlets of her hair, a sparkling symbol of the faith that was otherwise displayed by mere action.
Her pale skin was flawless, and the gentle rhythm of her heart could be seen at her throat as the life coursed through her, delivering the perfect dose of peach to her striking features.

Four

She wasn't in love with him, yet. But she liked the way he looked at her.

Three

"You're the second person I've ever told my life story - really! I listen, and help people if they want to tell me their stuff, but I don't open up to people... It's like, I can't ever amount to anything if I can't figure out my own problems... They're my problems."

Two

"Well, you know, the truth is: I like you enough to tell you. I respect you enough."