"Brandon Heath, you stingy man. I want to kiss you, and you won't let me. You said you want to be my boyfriend, but you won't even let me kiss you. I don't want you as my boyfriend!"
Brandon Heath's pace quickened, half-holding and half-hugging her as they walked out.
Upon hearing her words, he stumbled, nearly causing both of them to fall to the ground.
As he stopped, Aria Rowlett immediately clung to him, reaching around his waist and rubbing against him. "Brandon, don't be stingy. Can I please have a kiss? Just one!"
As she spoke, she extended her index finger and demonstrated, "Really! I promise it's just one!"
Brandon Heath's expression stiffened.
Approaching thirty, and here he was, blushing at the flirtations of a nineteen-year-old girl.
A touch of red crossed the cold, proud man's face. There were other waitstaff in the restaurant, and Aria spoke quite loudly; everyone might well have heard her words.
He felt both embarrassed and helpless.