What do you know?

“What do you know?” she asked.
He looked at her.
She looked at him.
He looked away.
She looked at him.
“Stop looking at me,” he growled.
“Answer my question,” she grinned.
He looked about.
She looked at him.
He stood, leaned in close and hissed, “You are fucking annoying!”
She roared with laughter and left.
Job done!

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