Misha hated to admit it, but seeing Bella get so worked up was exciting and almost arousing. He found himself losing track of exactly what she was saying, and instead listened to the tone of her voice. He caught enough to know that she had misunderstood his meaning, but this wasn't the time to try and clear it up. He straightened up from the counter and slowly walked toward the door.
"Going, going..." he said, with a gesture of surrender.
"Just let Michael know I stopped by."
Once he reached the doorway, Misha looked down at the girl. Now that they were standing side by side, the height difference was even more noticeable, as was the flush that was painted across the tops of her cheeks. If he hadn't just been the object of her verbal wrath, Misha might have thought that the blush had come from some other, more enjoyable activity.
"It has been nice to see you again, Bella," he said, thinking about his actions for only a second before he moved in to give her a quick kiss on the cheek. The door gave another chime, as it closed behind him, and he walked with a cocky smile, back toward his car.