My Own Personal Superhero

"Who needs a fire extinguisher when I've got you, Kafka?~" Camila said jokingly as she held her hand that slightly stung from the burn and smiled like it didn't hurt at all so that she didn't lose her mature and graceful image in front of me. "I could probably even burn the entire house down while cooking, and I wouldn't have to worry at all, since I know that you'll come out of nowhere like you did now when I was in danger and carry me to safety while carrying me out like a princess."

"Please don't burn down your house just so that you can satisfy your middle school fantasy, as I'm willing to carry you anywhere you want without you having to become an arsonist." 

I said sarcastically and gently grabbed her hand and ran some cold water from the faucet over it, as there was no way I was going to believe her act, which Camila graciously accepted with a happy look on her face even though she had just burned herself, seeming to really like being taken care of like this.