"Should I remind you your job?"
I chuckled, but in the most flirtatious way. "What we're doing is being more than friends." I stopped from eating. "You fetch me on my apartment, you bought me new expensive clothes, bring me to this five star restaurant, take a photo outside on the fountain, and eating meals together, alone."
"What's the big deal?"
"You, replying to that way very cold." I said. "Why don't you just chill? Or smile at least? I mean, you don't want to be looking bad at the photo."
He didn't mind me and focused on eating what's in front of him.
And because I can't let him be boring all the time, I initiate the action already. I pull the back of my hand like showing him my nails.
"What?"
"You even hire a photographer to make it more realistic. In order to make people really believe between us, then we should develop connection." I stretched my hand again at him. "And that starts with touching."
"I'm sorry?"
