Now she’s blushing. “Do what feels right? I — I didn’t think you were … I mean I — ” She stumbles to a halt, and rubs at her face. “I do /try/ not to flirt with /everyone/.”
“No! I mean, no, I didn’t mean to imply that you flirt too much or anything. I just think you’re beautiful, and funny, and things, so then I just thought that, well, I don’t even know what I thought, and I just?”
“/Please/ make sense, because that didn’t make any,” she pleads.