Rose turned her head. Too young to really care about girls (who were icky!), the boy had been listening in on Gar's stories about the animals. He was more interested in learned and the fact that Gar was green. "And you're going to want to never use that move," Rose advised him before turning back to catch the last of the animals before the monorail rolled back into the station. The boy and his mother left. "You are not very smooth," Rose smiled at Gar. "And you shouldn't be giving impressionable children bad advice."
She rose. "Come on. You pick the next place we go." In spite of her best efforts, Rose leaned in as they walked out of the car together and kissed Gar on the cheek. "That was not because you put your arm around me like a nervous schoolboy," she said quickly.