/Here’s the continuation, enjoy!/

"Completely not what I was expecting," I said. I reached inside my pocket and pull out my coins. My four coins.

"I know what you mean," Connor said.

I looked around the arcade and settled on the claw machine. I put in my last four quarters, giving me one turn. Before it started, I surveyed the prizes. Many of them were from the latest kid-friendly Binon movie, but there was a blue kitty. That would be great, I thought. I clicked start and tried to get the cat, which was on top of everything.

"Failed." Connor said over my shoulder as the claw went down, missing the tag by a centimeter. I shot him a look before giving up on the claw.

"If you still have those four coins of yours, I'll be honored to get you the kitty," I said, pointing to the plushie behind me.

"Yuri," Connor said as he stepped closer to the claw machine. "Did you just call that cat a 'kitty'?"

"Shut up. It doesn't matter."

"Maybe not," Connor said as he put his palms against the glass, turning to me. "But it's really adorable."

I swear I could feel my heart skip a beat.

Connor pulled out his last four coins and stepped aside, letting me take the claw. I readied myself and began. I moved the claw to the right. Left. Up a little bit. Down a smidge. I pressed the button. The claw moved slowly, without my guidance.

"Miss!" Connor yelled right beside me, making me jump.

"What the hell Connor!" I yelled back, turning my back on the claw machine. As I did, I heard a loud thump coming from the prize box.

I reached in through the flap and pulled out a soft, light blue kitty with a cute red streak on its belly. "Here you go Connor," I said, giving the kitty to Connor. "You get the kitty."

Connor took the blue kitty with a smile. "I still can't get over you saying 'kitty'.'

We headed out of 80's Arcade and I grabbed our helmets, handing Connor his and strapping mine on. I swung my leg over the bike and held on the handlebars, keys in my hand. Connor goes on after me. He stepped over the motorcycle and sat down as he held his kitty in his hands.

"You should really hang on. Put your arms around my waist, or do you not remember?" I felt a smirk fall on my face as Connor blushed behind me.

"I can't let go of the kitty can I?" I heard an emphasis on "kitty" in a teasing way.

"Okay, then make a compromise," I said. "Put your arms around my waist and then hold onto the kitty tight so you don't lose your precious heirloom." Teasing, of course. Not flirting. Not flirting at all.

Connor did just that, tying his arms around tightly to my waist and moving in, pressing up against my skin more. The blue kitty, the pretty kitty, was on my stomach and sat there. Like a stuffed animal would do. What else would it do?