Too Easy

Just as Kafka leaned in, presumably to bestow another kiss upon his mother, Nina scoffed, interrupting the tender moment.

"Hmph...Don't you dare try to make me jealous, as such cheap tricks won't work on me." She declared, trying to project an air of nonchalance, even though, deep down, she was feeling a pang of...something.

'Definitely not jealousy. Just...a mild curiosity about what those kisses were like. Yeah, curiosity.' She thought to herself.

"I'm immune to your charms, Kakfa, so don't even try." She finished lamely.

Kafka, however, seemed to have other plans. He glanced at Nina, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, here I was, thinking of rewarding you with a thousand kisses in return for being making you watch a sight." He said offhandedly, his tone laced with deliberate provocation.