“You could try not lying — you know, forget it. Whatever. You were staring at my butt, fine. Here.”
[ she pulls her braid over her shoulder just so he has a clear view ]
[ he’s clearly blushing shyly at her actions, but sneaking as she turned around. scratching the back of his neck, he coughed awkwardly. ]
“I-I’m sorry I was staring…”
“Who put you up to it?”