"Soft." Leonel nodded to himself.
Aina seemed to snap awake at these words, slapping Leonel's hand away from her ass and pushing herself up and off his shoulder.
She harrumphed, pulling her skirt down to hide anything indecent and smoothing out the wrinkles. Once she was finished, she gave Leonel a nice, long glare. But in return, she received a chuckle.
"What's with that look? Weren't you just happy to see me?"
"Not anymore."
"Oh. If I give you a kiss, will it make you feel better?"
"No one wants your kiss," Aina spoke, waving a hand and walking out in front, ignoring Leonel.
Leonel laughed, swiftly catching up and taking Aina's hand. Though she put up some mock resistance, she eventually stopped. It was all too easy to tell the difference. With her strength, shaking off his hand if she really wanted to wouldn't be difficult at all.
"Where is this place?"
