Anna's eyes widened at what she heard George said. "What?!" She queried and pushed George's face away from hers. "Were you going to kiss me, you pervert?" Anna kicked his leg with hers.
George groaned. "No!" Touching his legs that were hurting him, he answered Anna. "Anna, it was just in my dream, why are you so cruel to me?!" He grimaced.
"You caused it," Anna mumbled. "You were so close and I couldn't help but think that you were trying to kiss me," Anna said, feeling bad for hurting George when she knew that he had not recovered from the pain of losing his friends yet.
"George, I'm sorry," Anna took George's face into her hands because he was looking away from her as if angry with her.
"Don't touch me, you pervert," George pushed her hand off. Anna gasped.
"You are the pervert here. How can you dream about me kissing you, you know that that's very much impossible!" Anna stood up, ranting because she was falsely accused.