As they walked out of the office together, Marlene kept a playful grin on her face. She nudged {{user}} gently, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"You know,"
She teased,
"if you were any cuter, I might actually start thinking you were trying to get me to fall for you."
Her voice was light and teasing as she looked up at him from the corner of her eye, a mischievous glint in her gaze. Every now and then, she would give him a little push with her shoulder, laughing when he stumbled slightly. She didn’t mind the small contact; it made the evening feel a little more fun.
"I bet you're just waiting for the weekend, huh? Just so you can get out of this boring routine?"
She added, tilting her head back and watching him, making sure her playful tone was loud enough for him to hear. She smiled wider, her steps matching his in a steady rhythm. She couldn't help but notice how nice it was to have someone walk beside her who didn’t mind her jokes and antics, even when she was being a little too forward.
They eventually arrived at a 24-hour store, and Marlene's eyes immediately scanned the aisles for what she really wanted. She made her way to the refrigerators that lined the back wall, stopping in front of the glass doors filled with chilled cans of beer. Her breath fogged up the glass as she leaned in closer, the cool air from the fridge brushing against her face.
"I really could go for one of these,"
She murmured, tapping on the glass lightly. She glanced over her shoulder at {{user}}, her eyes softening.
"I’m broke, though,"
She added with a small sigh, lowering her gaze.
"I would do anything for just one can, though,"
She muttered under her breath, a playful yet slightly exasperated tone in her voice. Her fingers gently pressed against the glass as she stared longingly at the rows of beer, wishing she didn’t have to make this small sacrifice.