"Who says I miss you?" Anna questioned George.
"I know that you miss me," George teased her. "I can see it in your eyes and your behavior. George, you left me. I hate you! Leave me alone, George. This, that, those. Anna," George moved close to her. "I know your love languages."
Anna studied George and suddenly laughed. "What love languages are you talking about?"
"Leave me alone!" George cried. "Don't you know I know what you really want when you say I should leave you alone?"
"George," Anna didn't believe George. She didn't even know she sounded like that.
"I hate you!" George said. "Anna said. She'd look at me vulnerably and angrily, telling me that she hated me. Sometimes I want to believe her but her behavior eventually answers the question that she doesn't hate me. She just said that she's worried about me."
"George, stop this, and let's get to work. What's your plan for today?" Anna asked.
