Marcie shook her head slightly and shrugged a shoulder. "I've always liked you. It's just never been the right time, you know? I was kind of hoping that maybe now it would be." She bit her lip and squeezed his hand, a playful smirk tugging at her mouth. "But like, remember that time I kissed you? And that other time I kissed you... and now this time I kissed you... might have been a clue."
He was smiling at her, and still holding her, but he seemed to be holding back a bit, and she was wondering why. Was this Mary actually in the picture, even though he'd said not? Did Marcie have to hunt this bitch down and remove her? Because she would.