“We’ve been over this. Even an angel boy like you doesn’t hold a lot of truth in their promises.” *** “You brought this on yourself.”
She beamed. “Did you only say that because you know I like being right?” *** “So you can’t be frustrated.”
She kissed his cheek before pulling away to look at lamps. “Thank you.” *** “Hmph yourself. You can turn around now.”
She stood by one large lamp, ducking her head to glance up under the lampshade. The glow caught a warmth in her hair that revealed that it was not black but a very, very dark brown. She glanced over at him, blinking slightly to refocus her gaze. "What about this one?" * * * He was sliding two bagels in the toaster, pushing his glasses up his nose. "Do you want cream cheese?"
He looked back, tilting his head curiously. "I like that one." *** She nodded, sitting on the counter. "Yes, please."
"It's nice, right?" she said, stepping back to view it critically. "I'm a fan." * * * He headed over to the fridge and peered, inside, his hand on his hip. "Hm. Any juice with that?"
She glanced at him in surprise before smiling slightly. "Yeah. I think so." * * * "Are you sure? I have orange juice."
She smirked before pulling away to head down the aisle. "My cute angel boyfriend has beautiful writing," she sang softly. * * * He glanced at her over his shoulder. "You don't need to take it. But I have some if you want it."
He squinted at her before pulling out a carton of orange juice and cream cheese. "You sound a bit like a haughty toddler."
"Uh uh," she said, pausing to look at a pack of lightbulbs. "I've grown immune to your attacks." * * * "Uh oh. Do I lo-like a toddler? Isn't that bad?"
She stiffened for a moment in surprise before leaning into his embrace tentatively. "You can't fool me." * * * "I'm not!"
