She pointed out, “You did ask. I can’t let other people upstage me in pick up lines with my own playboy.”“Yeah, but when I asked for bad pick up lines, I wasn’t expecting that sort of torture.” He gave her a pitiful look, as if it really had been torture.
She pouted back at him. “What can I do to make it up to you? Poor baby.”
He pulled a thoughtful expression, and then squirmed away from her and stood up. “Coffee,” he decided, as he offered her a hand up. “New cafe just opened down the street.”
“The caffeine monster rises again!” Disdaining his hand, she clutched her way up his leg instead, hanging off his belt loops by the end. “Let’s go — I need to watch you flirt with the barista.”