Separate names with a comma.
She hesitated. "Well, it's not like I don't mind it or anything.."
"Diana."
"Are you mad at me?"
She shook her head. "It's fine."
"That's not nice."
"I want you now."
"You touched it."
He went to his office, his eyes warm.
"I'm sad."
"My waist."
"Stop that."
"You were so mean."
She sighed. "Nevermind."
He took everything out, including Diana. "Let's go."
"I'm always suffering when you're gone."
She gestured vaguely to her waist.
(Yoop!)
She sighed, her brows furrowed as she pet the cat.
She flushed again, brushing her hair back. "Alright."
He nodded. "Yep."
