"You debunk the idea that you have to put in effort to look good. You look good even when you don't try."
...
"It's different this time! Nobody is forcing us to sleep together!" I say, throwing up my hands exaggeratedly.
"Oh, now I get it," he nods to himself. "You think that if you agree, I'll think that you secretly want it."
"Yes, exac-"
He cuts me off with a cheeky grin and says cockily, "Well, you don't have to worry because that's exactly what I'll be doing."
I feel my face burn a bright shade of red and I glare at him, "I'm going to complain to your mother that you're giving me a hard time!"
"So?" He shrugs, unaffected. "Unlike you, I don't get so angry at what she says to me. What's she gonna do anyway? She'll pull my ear, ask me to start behaving with you, but I'll lie and then forget about it- don't be shocked, Naira. We have already established that I'm shameless."
