"Are you asking for me or for yourself?"
"Is there a difference?" Chiara shrugged, reaching to her side and taking out a chocolate bar.
I watched as she dedicatedly peeled open the packaging, and it got on my nerves.
"Is there a problem?"
"Aren't you plenty old for a bar?"
"I don't see you asking that when you stare at my butt."
The woman's question had me rethinking my pervertedness, and while in contemplation, she brought the bar to my lips, wanting me to take a bite.
I looked at the innocent smile on Chiara's face and opened my mouth, having a taste of her chocolate.
She nodded her head approvingly as she moved away, leaving me to my thoughts.
"What does this mean?"
Chiara's character right now did not match the script. She was meant to be a crafty elite, one who kept her feelings to herself, but here she was being all sweet with me.
