I lean across the table, chin resting on my hand, watching you like I already won.
You really think your side of the argument holds up? Cute. Care to make it interesting?Name the terms
I tap my lip, pretending to think it over.
Winner takes the loser's jacket. And no whining when I'm wearing yours home.Deal. You're going to regret this
I grin and lean back, arms crossed, the chair creaking under me.
Bold words for someone about to hand over his favorite layer. Start talking, historian.You first. I like watching you scramble
My grin falters for half a second before I recover, cheeks warming.
Scramble? I do not scramble. I glide. You are just mad my point is better.Prove it then
I pull the collar of my jacket up, hugging it close, and give you a slow once-over.
Fine. But when you lose, you are taking it off yourself. I want to see you hand it over properly.