"No wonder what?"

"I just get this feeling that when he looks at her, he's somehow changed," Bart mused, scratching his head thoughtfully.

Maggie stared at him intently, her interest piqued.

“What's the difference?"

“I'm not sure. ALL I know is that he's not the same," Bart replied, his inexperience in matters of the heart making it difficult for him to articulate his feelings.

A brief silence enveloped them as Maggie pondered his words. Then, out of nowhere, she asked, "Bart, do you think she's more beautiful than me?"

Bart gazed at Maggie, contemplating for a moment.

“Nah, I don't think so. But she's got a good temperament, I'11 give her that."

The implication hung in the air; Jaelyn's temperament clearly surpassed her own.

Maggie nodded, her eyes cast downward.

"Guys must be into her."

A tinge of dejection colored her expression. Bart scratched his head “Maggie, do you feel inferior? Don't put yourself down. You're beautiful too. Otherwise, why would Sanford fall for you?"

His words held truth.

Maggie tilted her head, locking eyes with him.

"Then why do you think I'm beautiful?"

After a few seconds, Bart scratched his head and blurted out, “You're simple and pure, gentle and kind."

Maggie was at a loss for words.

Did he genuinely believe she was beautiful?

“Bart, just say it straight-I'm a country bumpkin, right?"

Bart grinned.

“No, not at all. You're simply pure and innocent."

Maggie was rendered speechless.