You’re going to kill me. Bites my lip.
Jesus, I hope not.
I call not cleaning up.
Blushes and grins. What exactly are you planning, lady?
Who? Little ol’ me? Bites my lips and looks at you, wide-eyed. I don’t know what you’re talking about. Moves away from you.
Right, right, yes it is.
Kisses you. We can eat later.
Kisses you back. Or sooner than you think.
I think it’s just because I haven’t had coffee yet.
Or food but that’s for the weak.

