With a laugh, she gamely let him pull her close as she felt her face heat up in a way that had nothing to do with the sun and her lack of parasol at the moment. It was so cute it was almost cliche and despite her attempt to be jaded, she found that she kinda like it. It was old-fashioned whatever it was. Maybe not quite romance, but something... or was it romance?

"And what do you plan on doing with me once I'm all close-like?"