"I believe you're on your way to becoming an octopus. The way your limbs wrap around me. In your next life, I suspect you can reincarnate as an octopus." Angelina said as she struggled to free herself from his clutches. She had been imprisoned in his embrace since she entered the apartment.
"If I have a mermaid like you, I don't mind being an octopus." Andrew said, resting his chin on her shoulder.
Angelina rolled her eyes at his corny remark. She set herself free and created space between them.
"It was a good thing that you are an actor not a writer. Your pick up lines are really very bad." Angelin folded her hand in front and snorted at him.
"Have you eaten your dinner?" Andrew asked and started to make a plan of what to make for her in case she didn't eat anything.
"Nope. I only accompanied Emily and didn't eat a single grain of food. I want to have a home cooked dinner date for my boyfriend."
