Sock Exchange (Socks CDLXXX)

“These are yours too.”
“I didn’t buy these, but they sure are cool.”
“I bought them from Mr. Fillmore.”
Kyle reached in his pocket, “How much.”
“I don’t remember, maybe a quarter. But I’m not taking your money.”
“What can I say?”
“Thanks.”
“What?”
“You can say thanks.”
“Oh, right. Thanks.” He gave her a slight punch on the shoulder.
“Not good enough.”
“What?”
Sophie put her hand behind his neck, and pulled his face to her’s. Their touched lips, “Smack.”
Kyle’s face turned red, “I didn’t expect that.”
“You complaining?”
From the other room, “Time to eat.”
“No complaints.”