Ruby stared up at Amos from where she was seated, her brown eyes and mascara-coated lashes magnified to startling proportions through her coke-bottle glasses. She fiddled her thumbs and stared at his waistline. “H-hello, Amos,” she said, her voice a hairline less mild than that of a timid schoolgirl. She sniffed, wiped her nose with her hand, and scrambled to her feet to pull his chair out for him.
Amos put up his hands in mild protest. “Please,” he said, latching on to her hand to bring it to his lips. He planted a gentle kiss just above her first and second knuckles. It was all he could do to not let his tongue slip out for even a lick of her flesh. “…Don’t get up, unless it’s to show me that…scrumptious body of yours.” Ruby broke into a fit of snorts and giggles.