Vs. blushing

"I come here almost every night."
	She spun to look at me with startled eyes. "Why?"
	Honesty.
	"You're interesting when you sleep. You talk."
	"No!" She gasped. Blood washed into her cheeks and didn't stop there, coloring even her forehead. The room grew infinitesiminally warmer as her blush heated the air around her. She leaned against the counter behind her, gripping it so hard that her knuckles turned white. Shock was the only emotion I could see in her expression, but I was sure others would come soon.