It’s when he asks for those certain things that she blushes, bites her lip, tells him to keep his voice down. And she worries everyone around has abandoned their own preoccupations to hear what he had just whispered.
“I can’t possibly do that right here.”
It’s funny how fickle the concept of “can’t possibly” can be.
midsummer daydreamer by Seatory on Flickr.
Fussy girl.
Otherwise, she’s far too fidgety.
Come fly with me, let’s fly, let’s fly away
If you can use some exotic booze
There’s a bar in far Bombay
Come on and fly with me, let’s fly, let’s fly away
Daddy says some girls grasp subtlety better than others.
There’s a learning curve.
“You’re not serious, you’re fussy. You’re a silly little thing and you know it.”
“Say please, Sweetheart. Use words.”
And Sweetheart promised it would be the last fib she’d ever tell.
Which was a fib itself.
“Sweetheart, what were you doing?”
“Nothing.”
“Sweetheart…”
“Nothing at all.”
Daddy says she’s just the fussiest.
