The two girls sat across from each other, refusing to look way. The blonde squinted, but refused to blink. “C’mon, Con,” she spoke. “You know you’ll blink before I do.”
The dark-haired girl blew air in the blonde’s face, “I highly doubt that, Kenny.”
Kenny grimaced. “You’ve won the last two rounds. Just let me win this one.” She leaned forward slightly. “Please?”
Connolly shook her head slightly. “As soon as I lose a round, I’ll lose the other two. And I really don't want to do dishes for the week.”
Kenny leaned forward some more. “Please? Just one?”
Kenny continued to lean forward. She stopped a few inches from Conolly’s face. “Just one?”
Connolly leaned forward and pressed their lips together. She pulled away. “Fine. Just that one."
