She shrugged. “Sure, that’s fine. No pineapple, though. Fruit does not belong on pizza.” It was a definitive statement, and she grinned, waiting for his reaction, before climbing up out of the chair. Going over to the fish tank again, she tapped at the side.
“Hey! No tapping on the glass! Are you trying to give my baby a heart attack?” Tony said, this time waving his phone at her. “Step away from the fish, young lady, or I’ll have to put you under arrest.”
“Make me,” she taunted, not even bothering to look at him. “You couldn’t arrest me if you /wanted/ to.” One hand spread flat on the glass, she traced the end of one long braid against it, trying to get the fish’s attention.
“That sounds like a challenge,” Tony said walking over to her with a mischievous look. He wrapped his arms around her neck and pulled her into a kiss. “Note that I didn’t touch your hands so the bet continues on,” he smirked as he pulled away.
Summer froze. Very slowly, she lifted a shaking hand to her mouth.