You have to admit that Holly Stewart is pretty likable. In fact, there are several things that you really, really like about her.
You like the way she uses words like serendipitous and unyielding in text messages, because seriously, could she be any more of a nerd? (Although you're fairly sure that after you complained about it to her, she began to use even bigger words just to wind you up.)
You like that she's good at what she does—yeah, forensic pathology may be completely foreign to you, but even you can see that her talent is undeniable.
You like that she responds to your sarcastic comments with good-natured chuckles and joking quips; nine out of ten times, you're left with no viable option other than to smile back.
You just like her.
It's a pleasant change, you think, knowing you have a friend to fall back on no matter how snarky or rude you are—because let's face it, you do make it hard for people to be around you. But not Holly. She sees through the act and it's refreshing. No—it's more than refreshing. It's something that you can't quite explain.
What you don't like, however, is how your thoughts keep drifting to her every time you're halfway through your paperwork. That's just plain annoying.
Stupid nerd.