“You are so fair, ra…” he says, running his hand from her wrist to her elbow.
“I am not fair, I am wheatish.” she smiles.
He holds his hand next to hers. “See this? This is wheatish. You are fair. You really need to get your eyes tested.”
“Thank you. What else do I need to get my eyes tested for?”
“Depth perception, colour blindness, ability to not see properly, do you want me to go on?”
“No, stop. I am flattered enough.”
“What the hell? I am insulting you here, and you blush! What are you made of?”
“Of sugar and spice and everything nice. You, on the other hand, are so handsome, I want to keep kissing you all the time.”
“Yeah right. Like I have a six-pack or something.”
“It’s what is between the ears that matters, ma. And you are the first man to use “rue” in the correct form, in a sentence. I fell for you, right at that moment.”
“I am not that intelligent. I see your friends, the intellectual types, I am nothing like them. One day, you will realize I am just another regular guy.”
“Yup, the day hell freezes over and pigs fly!” she laughs, ruffling his hair. “Now come here and kiss me, you sexy idiot!”