“I live with four cats, Stanley, you’re hardly any of those things. I like company.” She shook a finger. “Be careful with that flattery, though, I might think you’re up to something.”
“But I’m just telling you the truth, Summer. You’re beautiful, has perfect eyes and a dazzling smile. What? Don’t you know how to deal with compliments?”
“Not compliments on my looks! People who tell me how pretty or beautiful or whatever /always/ want something.”
“You aren’t a bother.”
“Really? People say I’m a dick, a bother, a mess… At least I can make you smile, and it’s the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen.”
“I live with four cats, Stanley, you’re hardly any of those things. I like company.” She shook a finger. “Be careful with that flattery, though, I might think you’re up to something.”
“You shouldn’t worry about me, I’ll only stay a while … I don’t want to bother you. And you look great, this… outfit are look great on you.”
“You aren’t a bother.”
*grumbles something incoherent about Stanley and his illegal gorgeousness*
*grumbles something incoherent about Stanley and his illegal gorgeousness*
