Re: [Sonrisa]
[Cris pretended to think a lil longer, before he finally handed the brush over. Or he pretended to. If she reached to take it, he snatched it outta reach. This sidea the counter, and she couldn't do much without either climbing up by the register or stepping on the dog and kid. But, he wasn't merciless.—One long-legged step, and he was 'round the thing, one arm snaking 'round Sam's waist and drawing her close. Cris looked at her with a smile. He painted the tippa her nose with bristles.] Hey, mami.