The woman walked right up to me, a smile on her pleasant face.

They both got out, and he looked at her, his pleasant face serious, even concerned.

I walked up to a black man, quite small - almost tiny, who had a more pleasant face than most.

It was not a pleasant face even at proper size.

Not a very pleasant face, despite the youthful good looks.

A pleasant face - a shy look around the eyes.

They were a very nice, clean looking people with pleasant faces.

But I tried to present a pleasant face to the young man.

I stared at him, trying to read past his pleasant face.

But it could be a pleasant face, too, warm and open.