“Au contraire,” he replied, putting the dishes down before taking her hand, slipping his notebook into his pocket. “It’s a gut thing. Some people are just born with it.”
He draped his arm over her shoulder. “Not to be a flirt, but you wanna come home with me?” he teased.
She looked thoughtful, slipping her arm around his waist. "Maybe a bird? I'm not sure. Or.. a fearsome predator."
“Nah, you’re not a predator,” he mused, his fingers brushing through her hair idly. “I could see you being a starling or a sparrow, though.”
Her eyes widened slightly, and she looked down at him thoughtfully before leaning down and kissing next to his ear.