He beamed at her, draping an arm over her shoulder. “I appreciate that,” he replied, “but I lied. It’s really because I’m terribly competitive.”
He softened, rolling his eyes as they got to the car. "You're annoying," he teased, opening the passenger door for her.
He came around to the driver's side, buckling in. "Oh, I do," he maintained, starting up the car. "I like you a lot. But that doesn't stop you from being annoying."
He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye almost skeptically, sighing playfully to himself. "Alright, Blaisey. Whatever you say."
She looked over at him, reaching over and rubbing his shoulder. "In all seriousness, though.. I don't mean to annoy you that much."
He laughed, ducking his head as he looked over at her affectionately. "I'm kidding, Blaise. I think you're delightful."
She grinned again, leaning over and resting her head on her shoulder. "I'm glad. I like talking to you."
He kissed the top of her head, keeping his eyes on the road. "Well, you're stuck with me for a while."