Pete: Purple shirt? Got it. Now would you like to snack on my lips or some food? I mean seriously.
Steef: You’re not very good at serious.
Pete: Oh I know.
They burst out laughing as he opened the basket to take out, Stef’s favorite, peanut butter sandwiches.
Stef: Are you stalking me?
Pete: Why?
Stef: I love those sandwiches.
Pete: Really? That’s great. I do too.
Stef: Hmm…interesting.
And they laughed again before biting down, and getting sticky peanut butter in their faces. Once they were done after washing it down with drinks, Pete turned to Stef.
Pete: You still want me to show you?
Stef: No I think I’ll take the lead.
Pete: Oh perverted talk.
He laughed, but he knew any second now, a guy moment could happen and she would run away screaming. So always enjoy the moment, and so he pulled her close, his breath in her face.
Pete: Purple shirt, I got it. Pimp check. Player check. All good.
And he kissed her as she started laughing. And yes not one “um” slipped out this time.