'Will you marry me?'

'What the fuck?'

Richie stopped dead and dropped her arm. She giggled at the look on his face and she punched his shoulder.

'Why not?'

His tongue was doing that weird thing he did whenever he was thinking to himself, jutting out and licking his top lip.
It sometimes made him look a little slow. His face brightened. 'Sure'

'Cool.'

'When?'

'We 've got to have lots of affairs first and travel the world.'

'Done.'

[christos tsiolkas [2008] the slap, φωτό: maui, ιούλιος 09]