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"That's fine with me," he said. "Worth it."
"Is it really the worst thing?" she asked. "I'm sorry if I torture you."
"No, because I am not grumpy. I am accepting and understanding."
"It's fine," he said with a small grin. "My pleasure."
"Thank you," she said, kissing his cheek. "I appreciate it."
"I am not," he said. " I've heard quite enough."
"You're welcome," he said, paying for her book and his. "It was nice."
"I know, but as long as you agree I will be content for now."
"Good," he said, squinting at her. "I thought so."
He stood up, offering her a hand. "I would think so."
"Pleeaaase?" she asked, clasping her hands together.
"That's cold," he said. "I thought I was being nice."
"Yeah, we can do that," he said, kissing the top of her head. "Shall we?"
"I'm sure it still sounds good," she said sternly. "You'll have to let me hear one day."
"Doesn't everyone?" he asked sarcastically.
"There's a coffee shop near here. The beginning of the trail isn't fast either."
"Why not?" she asked, tilting her head.
"I take it back. You saying that made it less sincere."
"It is," he agreed, kissing her cheek. "I like it."
"You should sing me a song one day," she suggested playfully.
