"So, us?" She asked with a smile. He returned the smirk with one of his own.
"Pretty much, yeah. Hey what is this?" He touched her necklace. "Is it a wishbone? It's cute...here." he reached out and turned it around so that the clasp was on the back of her neck.
"Thanks, it's a rental. It's going back, clearly if it can't stay still." She touched the wishbone to her own collarbone.
"A rental? That one of those silly girl boxes that your type get?" His face was filled with fake disdain.
"I have to up the ante at work. The shirt is from the same place."
"I like it, it's cute. What's the brand?"
"I'm not sure."
"Come here," he grabbed her wrist gently and spun her around to check her tag. "Summer and Sage...never heard of it. Looks good on you though. It's nice."
It was as close to a compliment that she was going to get with their relationship, which was like brother and sister, only with a bunch of harmless flirting inbetween. Although they were both a little sexually frustrated at the moment due to two different issues in their respective relationships.
Later he approached her and gently moved the clasp back behind her neck again, brushing up against her ponytail for a brief second. Their eyes met...then he booped her nose.
It was a fine line to walk, but she was sure she would keep her balance.
Later she sent him a text:
"I listened to Runaway. You are right, it's so perfectly 80's, I love it."