Kassia playfully touches Kelly’s beard, twirling the grey strands between her fingers.
Kelly, with a grin:
“Stop playing with my beard! I know you’re fearless, that’s why I left these grey hairs—to remind you that I’ve got 19 years on you.”
Kassia smirks:
“Have you seen the grey hairs in the middle of my head? You think you’re the only one aging?”
Kelly chuckles, shaking his head:
“Get outta here, little girl!”