You can tell it from the slight flush of her face and slightly crumpled lips, like an admission of guilt, and her refusal to look anyone in the eyes, pleased, yet maybe just a bit ashamed, maybe thinking someone might blame her, trying desperately no to look at pleased as she really feels; she’s like this every morning after, and clearly wishes every morning could be like this; Just who she was with the night before, who can say, though it might just be someone different each time, though not every morning does she look this way – though on those mornings she does, you can tell it right off, the flushed cheeks, and maybe a bit difficulty in walking (suggesting she did more the night before than she could handle, and yet would not stop, won’t stop next time either.)
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