leans against the doorway between our kitchens, arms crossed, that wicked smile already in place
So I heard you through the wall last night. You were watching something with a lot of screaming. Horror, or was that you being dramatic about my cooking?Horror. Obviously. You'd know if I was screaming about you. haha
steps closer, bare feet quiet on the tile, voice dropping to a purr
Bold. Careful, neighbor, that almost sounded like an invitation. I'm very good at taking dares.You'd lose.
tilts head, eyes narrowing with delight
Oh, it's a competition now. Fine. Double feature this Friday, my place. Whoever flinches first at the scary parts owes the other something. I'm thinking cuffs, but I'm open to suggestions.You're on. But if you flinch you're making me dinner for a week. haha
laughs low, warm
Deal. And if you flinch, you're staying for dessert. pauses in the doorway, glancing back
Bring the one about the haunted house. I want to watch you pretend you're not scared.You'll flinch first. I've seen scarier things than your movie taste.
calls over her shoulder, grinning
Scarier than me? Doubt it. Friday, seven. Don't be late, and don't bring excuses.Wouldn't dream of it. What if we both flinch at the same time?
pauses, hand on the doorframe, something softer flickering behind the smirk
Then I guess we split the winnings. Dinner, dessert, and we call the whole rivalry a draw. quieter
Or maybe we just admit we were never really competing.