"They're just... Not as interesting. They'd have us for dinner one night and then send us off. Like a meeting." He shook his head in thought. "They're just terribly formal."
She gave him a small smile, her head cocked slightly. "I'm trying to imagine it," she said. "I can only see a toddler Francis in a suit and tie."
He chuckled. "Surprisingly, when I was younger I didn't wear that kind of stuff often. I wore normal clothes."
"I need to see pictures," she said, taking a sip of her water. "I can't consider us a couple until then."
"That's not fair. I don't want you to see any pictures, and I will never show you in a million years." He crossed his arm, raising an eyebrow.
"I guess this is it, then," she said, crossing her arms and shaking her head regretfully. "Two breakups in one day. That's harsh."
"You're breaking up with me again? And this time because of pictures. Tsk tsk. I don't think you're very flexible with our relationship."
"I think you're lying. Haven't you heard that love conquers all?" he asked, leaning his head into his hand.
"Hm," she murmured, a hint of a smile threatening her lips. "I don't really tend to listen to clichés though."
"Then why are you dating one?" He raised an eyebrow at her, tapping his foot. "Doesn't make much sense."
(Crud nuggets, I misread.) "You said you thought I was a cliché at first," he pointed out. "I didn't forget that."
(Ugh, I hate when that happens!) "Key word being that I 'thought'," she said, frowning across the table at him. "As in past tense. In my defense, you did have the whole, 'sarcastic-scary-businessman' thing going on."
He laughed. "Sarcastic-scary-businessman? Is that what you thought of me? I suppose it could be true, but not to you, anymore."
"Well, I'm sure you saw me as a cliché, right?" she said, raising an eyebrow. "People want to put others in boxes. It's just the way we work."
"Were at a standstill. Let's just agree not to break up with each other, okay?" He held out his hand in truce.
