“Mm, maybe. She’s also a favorite of mine.” Sirena shrugged; knowing that she was incredibly similar to Tinkerbell. Although, she related most to the precious little mermaid that always had a huge spot in her heart. “Maybe.” She breathed out; inhaling and then exhaling deeply in order to gain her composure. As they took another step forward - she was almost tempted to tear herself out of his grasp just so she wouldn’t come off too easy. Then again, it was too late for that, wasn’t it? She just didn’t exactly trust it. Or him. “You’re touchy, you know,” She began, her voice dropping to a whisper as she merely glanced up at him. “I can’t tell what you’re trying to do, as much as I hate admitting that.”
“I’m not surprised,” Max replied with a chuckle. The short girl very often reminded him of Tinkerbell, with the short stature but the big personality and the sass. Then again, he thought it was cute. He thought she was cute. That’s probably why he kept his hand around her waist as they continued to move forward in line. He had a problem with being possessive, and he didn’t want one of these yuppies to try and swoop in and peel her away from him. He was enjoying this all too much. “I know,” he replied with a smirk, licking his lips some. As she talked, he turned and looked over at her, looking in her eyes. “Who said I’m trying to do anything?” he joked, knowing good and well they both knew it was a lie. “But seriously,” he responded, dropping his tone to a whisper to match hers. “What’s wrong with wanting to hold a pretty girl close on a night like this?”
