They had been walking through the forest for more than an hour when she turned around, waited for him to catch up, and then whispered, “What’s your problem?”
“What? What are you talking about?” He was genuinely confused. The others hadn’t stopped, but they had slowed their pace somewhat.
“You’re staring at my ass.”
“Oh. Sorry. You just have a great ass is all.”
“Just keep your eyes open for zombies and off of my ass.”
“Got it: watch out for zombies.”
Later on, she crawled into his sleeping bag. “Only because it’s the end of the world,” she cautioned.