WASA DA SO

He was a young man with a cheerful demeanor. Approaching his sister, he said, “Hey, sweetie, I’m playing some music. Can’t you see I’m back?”

His sister grinned and straightened up, teasingly remarking, “When are you going to stop calling me by your girlfriend’s name? Am I going to end up marrying a smooth-talker like you?” She scanned him from head to toe as she delivered her playful jab.