"Ouch," Patrick groaned in pain as Nathalie pinched his stomach.
"I don't like it when you look at me like that."
"I'm not looking at you; I'm just…."
"Just what?"
"Just… nothing, Nathalie, really," Patrick said to cover his perverted thoughts imagining Nathalie's tiny body drenched in sweat so that the t-shirt she was wearing molded her body.
"Now, where do you want to go?" asked Patrick, following in Nathalie's footsteps.
"I told you, didn't I? That I wanted to buy breakfast for Grandma."
"Oh yeah, I forgot. Okay, I'll take you."
"No, you're underestimating me, aren't you? I've lived here long, but you still want to walk me around like a child."
"Your mind is insensitive, Nathalie. My offer was just an excuse for me to be close to you. How about we go on a date this morning?" Pa
