"Baby, flowers don't work. What does? A kiss, okay?" The boy took a step closer, grinning mischievously, holding onto the roses tightly.
Sylvan Cheney took a puff of his cigarette, frowning slightly.
He didn't like eavesdropping on others' romantic conversations, but at this moment, staying or leaving felt equally awkward.
"Get away from me, don't touch me, and don't talk to me for the next few days! I'm very, extremely, super angry! We're already over, I'm telling you, I'm going to find a guy who's more handsome, better in studies, and plays basketball better than you! Anyway, I just don't want you anymore!"
"Baby, don't be like this, okay? Think about it, someone more handsome than me hasn't been born yet!"
"Have you no shame?"
"Nope, baby, when have I ever cared about that in front of you?" the boy chuckled, "Feel it, my skin is thick, real thick."
Saying that, the boy leaned in towards the girl, and while she wasn't watching, gave her a peck!
