“Are you still mad? Come on, smile for me."

With a furrowed brow, Rosalynn shot him a glare, retorting sharply, “Back off, Brian."

Undeterred by her words, Brian leaned in, planting a soft kiss on her lips.

Caught off guard, she pushed him away, rebuking him, “We're in public, Brian. Behave."

“Then give me a smile," he teased.