"Here you go."
"Ah, you're an angel."
"Flattery will get you no where, Sally."
"Really, the use of the nickname again?"
You smirked at Sal and fell onto the couch, snuggling up beside the man. You held a bowl of ice cream and Sal held his own. He had already dove into the chocolate-y heaven, moaning at the sweet treat.
"You're the best, y'know?" He said towards you, even if his eyes were still fixed on the television.
You licked at your spoon, filled with your favorite ice cream flavor. You snorted, "What did I say about flattery, babe?" You said with a perk of your brow.
"But it's true, hun." He glanced towards you with a sly smile.
You hummed at that, your mouth full of ice cream.
Sal scooted closer to you, "I'd put my arm around you, but it's already preoccupied."
"So ice cream is better than me."
You were given a strange look and you snorted, "Alright, yeah, ice cream is better than anyone."
"Especially Murr." Sal mumbled with a mouthful of ice cream.
You hit Sal's shoulder, "Meanness."
"You know it, babe."