Leonard was rendered speechless at Eleanor's shameless behavior.
What did she mean by pointing at her left cheek?
There was no dirt around it, and he couldn't seem to spot anything amiss with it either.
"Are you seriously confused by the gesture?" Eleanor asked in disbelief when she saw him motionless.
"You want me to wipe your left cheek?" Leonard cleared his throat and asked. He even retrieved his own handkerchief, seemingly ready to help her clean whatever was bothering her.
"..."
'I forgot… he might be too young to understand this.' Eleanor sighed inwardly.
As much as she would appreciate a peck on the left cheek, she wouldn't rush or pressure him.
"Thanks," she smiled warmly and took his handkerchief. Once she finished wiping a bit, she cleverly stored the handkerchief in her pockets.
When Leonard saw her sneaky action, he extended his hand.
"10 silver coins please." He requested. "That handkerchief isn't cheap."
