Talking about face

There were once two young friends (a boy and a girl) sitting across from each other at a table, in a class. Although they were normally accompanied by others, today its just them. The girl thinks she would not mind for it to be this way more often. Although it would probably be too bad for him if he didn't share himself with everyone, since he is an outgoing person. But, for today, she enjoys it. Also, they were also very cultured individuals; they enjoyed discussing art.

She said: "Like, it was fun when I drew that one picture of your face."
"Oh," he said, "my face is not that remarkable. I mean, I'm not saying that theres anything wrong with it, but, I always thought that an artist would want to draw a face with more interesting features."
She said, "No, you really do have a remarkable face."
"Oh, its not that great."
"Yes, it is. Its a very remarkable face!"
"Oh, stop it."
"It is a remarkable face."
"You're making me feel like I was fishing for a compliment."
"But it really is a very remarkable face," she said. "It is."

His eyes communicated a look, like, "Thats enough," and he became very quiet.
Then she noticed that people all around them, who normally would be talking, have all grown quiet for some reason. The two who had been speaking at the table became quiet, also. She thinks, "Now we are listening to the sound of people listening."