This girl, can she really stay calm under his advances?
Unwilling to give up, Abel stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. He lowered his head, gently nuzzling her hair with the tip of his nose, speaking tenderly, "Betty, I... I know you might not believe me when I say this, but I think I might really be starting to like you a bit."
"Really?" Betty turned around in his arms, squinting as she looked into his eyes, "What do you like about me?"
"You're different from all the women I've met, not pretentious like them, but real and adorable!" Abel raised his hand, cupping her small face, "To be honest, I never imagined spending the rest of my life with a woman, but this time... I think I've found that person."
Betty bit her lip, lifting her face to gaze into his eyes.
"Is it me?"
"Yes, it's you."
She smiled, raising her hand to rest on his shoulder.
