Yvonne Finley did not expect him to be so stubborn and individualistic at a time like this, far from it, he was clear-headed and calm.
She sighed, then sat simply beside him, without any intentions of extinguishing the cigarette, putting it back in her mouth, "Alright, I know you're not the compromising type."
And rightly so.
Picky with his food and sharp in temperament, he's not the sort to settle for less.
The two of them indeed have quite divergent personalities, each with their own set of ideas.
Caleb Baker glanced at her, her long curls spread out, making her face appear even smaller, and when she raised her head to smoke, there was a serene, unrestrained beauty about her.
He just watched her silently.
Until Yvonne Finley finished her cigarette.
She suddenly turned her head to look at him, her eyes curved in laughter, "If I force myself onto you, would you hit me? You're staring at me so intently, I don't think I can resist."
"I probably would," he responded.
