“And you look lovely when you point it out.”
‘That was smooth! Good job, me. I’m going to study thirty minutes less tonight and watch Woody Allen stand-up. Treat myself.’
Alison touched the area over her heart, pretending to be ridiculously flustered, and doing it completely over the top. “Mah, oh mah, looks like someone’s after mah very own heart.” She replied, in a bad southern accent.
