Keefe took Sophie's arm as they wove throughout the city plaza, carefully avoiding the crowds and sticking mainly to smaller shops. "You haven't complimented my hair today." he complained.
"Uh, I never compliment your hair," she responded, a playful smile surfacing on her lips.
Keefe placed a hand on Sophie's shoulder and tilted her chin up to look at him. "C'mon. It looks so good today."
"It looks good every day." As the words left her lips, Sophie clapped a hand to her mouth, as if she'd just cussed.
Grinning, Keefe pressed his lips to hers, an arm mindlessly sliding around her waist. "There's my girl."
