"N-No, no no-.. -sigh-.. I'm sorry-, I know we both just said it already-but, really-I'm not really used to not calling someone that, or in any other way. I'm usually always expected to greet one, or end a conversation with, "madam", or, "sir". Y-You know what I mean-"
well, at least he was a little bit calmer-
"Oh, please. It's the least I could do for you, I don't want you tripping on yourself again!"
He said this a bit cheerfully, nudging her arm slightly with his elbowww-Blah blah blah, look-He was blissfully unaware of the fact he really, was just starting to push her closer n closer to, well-Whatever. T/T
".. -sigh-.. You know I'm not going to stop persisting, and-Normally I wouldn't, but.. alright, alright.. fine. Just promise yourself you'll try to be a little more attentive to the sides of you?"
Of course, he really DIDN'T want to let her go off by herself with all of these bags-But, what other choice did he have? He offered once, she declined. He offered again, she declined again. He wasn't going to keep persisting-
