She has to resist the urge to reach up and ruffle his hair, because whenever he did that, she found it absolutely endearing. But he'd be embarrassed by that, so she keeps her hands to herself.
"Yuppies are not fish, they're just rich and snooty."
Oh. Oh wow. That is indeed a very red couch. Maybe she could soften it with a throw blanket or seven? She does her best not to wince too noticeably at his choice. And he thought the blue one was bright? Oy.
"That's...definitely red," she says, trying to keep from crushing his red-sofa dreams.
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She has to resist the urge to reach up and ruffle his hair, because whenever he did that, she found it absolutely endearing. But he'd be embarrassed by that, so she keeps her hands to herself.
"Yuppies are not fish, they're just rich and snooty."
Oh. Oh wow. That is indeed a very red couch. Maybe she could soften it with a throw blanket or seven? She does her best not to wince too noticeably at his choice. And he thought the blue one was bright? Oy.
"That's...definitely red," she says, trying to keep from crushing his red-sofa dreams.