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She tries not to focus too much on it but in reality it’s a losing battle and she knows it.
In all fairness to her, though, it’s almost impossible not to notice, even it’s just barely there - when he smiles widely or guffaws with Sid because of some silly old inside joke one tells the other - and Isabella rolls her eyes, fighting back the upward curve of her own lips because she’s stubborn like that and she won’t give in; she won’t give him the satisfaction to know he actually amuses her.
But when they’re sitting across each other and her eyes keep darting back to the way his lips part and move when he’s talking whatever gibberish and she just stares at the perfect alignment of his pearly whites - it’s impressive, really, how he manages to keep them so nice and clean - and then there it is, almost out of place, and maybe that’s why it catches her attention so fiercely.
The slightly crooked tooth that only shows when he smiles widely, or when he laughs so wholeheartedly his whole face suddenly beams and the only thing she brings herself to notice is his little crooked tooth.
She tries not to focus too much on it but truth be told, it’s the thing that makes her grow even fonder of that stupid grinning face staring right back at her.
Crooked tooth and all.