"Kiss me." Victoria huffs, sitting next to Lars on the couch, who was occupied with sorting through the finances of the tulip store he ran with his siblings.
"Huh..? Kiss.. you?" He repeats, looking up from the papers slowly.
"Yes. Just give me one, c'mon!" She continues, getting closer and getting slightly annoyed at the lack of reaction Lars has, other than simply looking at her.
"Money.. makes the wor-'' Lars starts with his signature saying, though he's cut off by Victoria.
"Shut up! Who the hell needs money huh? I'll do it myself then," She groans, pulling him by the scarf and doing what she asked for by herself. "There, that's it. Not so hard huh?"
"Of.. of course."