She snorted. “Sweetie, I’m old enough to be your mother. Why in the world would I be trying to pick you up?” She flourished the printed photograph at him. “So this isn’t you? Because it sure looks like you.”
“I don’t judge people preferences.
Oh.. That does look like me doesn’t it…
Okay well see here would be your first
hint though. I don’t have that mole on
my ass. I have one somewhere else though.”
“You know, that sounds like you encouraging me to ask if I can see.” She cocked an eyebrow. “Now who’s flirting?”