She rolled her eyes, lying down on the floor. "You're too cheerful." * * * He raised an eyebrow. "Arlo."
"You're too pessimistic, then." *** She grinned. "That's okay, mi amante. My nickname is Anemone, so you're not too bad."
She sighed dramatically, putting her hand to her forehead in a swoon. "Dying." * * * "I like you a lot. But are we lovers?"
She beamed and sat up, patting his cheek. "Thank you." * * * He rolled his eyes playfully. "I always hated that word."
She gave him a warm grin before standing up and stretching. "Come on. Let's go buy some paint." * * * "Yeah, it is. Good choice."