Him staring at her in such a way made her think of tiny marshmallows suspended in a softening ring of raspberry jello. It was then that she diverted her energy into something steely indeed-She spooned into his generosity unabashidly.
"It's true, my crushed plum tomato." She reached over to him, her finger pressed to his chest as she followed the chiseled lines under his shirt. " I'd be lying if I said it wasn't every girls dream to have a mindless cash machine follow her around. You're absolutely right. I will allow you to buy me everything I desire. "
The finger was relinquished and she turned away from him to get her purse. She caught herself in the mirror that was hanging dutifully by the door and patted away the fly- away strands of her hair that had become unruly during the days worth of travel. She pressed her lips together, invogorating the lipstick she'd only just applied in the taxi and longed for the hot shower that would eventually come when they finally got back from planning their segregation. "Now, stop standing there dribbling in your pants and let's go. You are equally as tolerable in small doses and I am afraid I might overdose on this charm and appeal of yours if we don't go out sooner rather than later."