I point at the seat for him to take when he looks like he doesn't know whether to do what he wants... or let me do what I want. Pulling a small comb from my new purse, I take out and fix my hair right there.
"Oh, that's like how you wore it before. So that wasn't… like… a bet?"
Fixing a look on the child, trying to remember he *is* but an innocent child and not a rude adult… I clearly fail to control the warmth in my eyes. Or the lack of it.
"I… I mean, that's what some of my friends said when I showed them pictures. That… sorry."
Oh my, I'm being glared at for intimidating him. I raise my eyebrow at her as I take my seat across from the cute pairing. Holding out my hand in something like the 'peace' sign of this world, I use it to express the perfect number.
