“Get the lighter. It’s inside my bag.”
She did an exaggerated sigh. She always had a flair with theatrics. “No.”
“I’m tired! I can’t walk!”
He laughed and propped his face on his hands. His lips was in a wide smile.
“Ugh!” She got up and walked to the table. I rummaged through his bag’s for the lighter. “Here.”
“Yay! I win!”
She straddled him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. With a small smile, she said: “I’m always losing when it comes to you.”
He held my stare as he took a long drag from his cigarette.