He was so easily flustered and at times he could be an oblivious goof.
But then so could she. It had taken her far longer than it should have to figure out that Daring wasn't the shy romantic who'd written a poem to express his feelings and then dropped it into her locker instead of performing it for her.
Now Dexter, he was nearly as bad as Hopper for putting his foot in his mouth.
Maybe that's what she liked about their dynamic. That they weren't perfect.
They didn't have to be anyone but themselves.