Although his words sounded like rejection, they weren't really. Instead, they contained a hint of amusement. Knowing that he was teasing her, Hannah playfully wrapped her arm around his and rested her head on his shoulder. Her voice soft and coquettish, she whispered in his ear, "Mr. Simmons, isn't it something you haven't seen before? Now you are seeing it, aren't you?"
Arnold kept a poker face. He tried to pull his hand back but the young girl clung to him even tighter. He let her be, saying, "You're so delicate, I might get tired of you one day and look for someone else."
She pouted, rubbing her head against his shoulder as she muttered, "Then go find them. You'll never find a girl better looking than me. By then, you'll regret it so much, your insides will turn green."
He tapped her smooth forehead lightly with his finger, his voice low and pleasing, "That doesn't have to be true. Seeing delicate flowers all the time, I just might develop a new taste."