She sighed, crossing her arms. "You're restricting my artistry." * * * He pushed his glasses up his nose. "Hm. I bet Jane, Albert and Charles will watch movies with me."
"You're just saying that because you've never seen my work," she said, sticking her nose in the air. * * * "Untrue. I like you a lot."
"No, no, dahling. I am an artist." * * * He sighed before pulling her close, wrapping his arms around her. "It's not true," he murmured quietly into her hair.
"I prefer the term mischievously minded." * * * He laughed, shaking his head embarrassedly. "You're too kind."
"A criminal. Shame on you." *** She kissed his cheek, taking his hand. "What kind of movies do you like?"
"You knew who you were signing up with." * * * "Hm. Anything that's not Bill Nye or Schoolhouse Rock."
They got to the door and Val stretched. "I'm so excited." * * * He kissed her cheek. "I like comedy. I'm not picky."
"But you like me, so I shouldn't worry, right?" * * * "Excellent! I was worried you'd be into horror or something."
She smiled, the action brightening her face. "Great. So let's go steal your ex-girlfriend's lamps." * * * He gasped in mock betrayal. "Oh, no. I thought you were perfect."
