Holly Winslow: "..."
When class was over, she went to Mortimer Quincy with a long face and whined, "Quincy the Puppy, it's over. I'm on the professor's blacklist."
The girl tilted her head up, her red lips parting and closing. Mortimer let out a low chuckle, holding an umbrella with one hand and wrapping the other around her waist.
His tone deepened slightly. "Let's see if you dare to do that again."
"I won't, I won't. Your hubby is so sad."
Holly Winslow pitifully slipped a hand into his pocket, then tried to negotiate. "Can I have a cup of instant noodles?"
Mortimer: "..."
'So this was all just to set the stage for instant noodles.'
'Damn it.' He was so annoyed he had to laugh.
He raised an eyebrow. "What do you think?"
Holly: "..."
She nodded. "I think I can."
A second later, Mortimer crushed her hopes with a single question. "Get into bed?"
She: "..."
'I could get on *you*.'
