Maggie nodded after a brief pause. "Sounds good. Try to humor her more and avoid arguments."

Sanford raised an eyebrow. "You want me to humor her, huh? What if she demands we split?"

Maggie's eyes gleamed. “Then divert her attention."

They reached the car by now.

Sanford leaned her against the car, playfully holding her chin.

“Maggie, you've really grown. Living abroad did wonders for you."

She used to just go with the flow, never this full of ideas.

But now, she was like a whole new person, lively and sharp. It was quite refreshing.

Maggie's smile widened. “They say one would become like the people they spend their time with. With you by my side, how could I not be more silver-tongued?"

Her playful eyes sparkled, making Sanford's smile even broader.

“Maggie," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice, “are you truly complimenting me? Why do I feel you are actually saying I'm deceitful?"

A burst of laughter escaped Maggie's lips. "So, that's how you see yourself?"

Sanford's charming eyes narrowed playfully. "Trying to pull something over on me?"

"Never!" she exclaimed.

The moon bathed them in a soft glow, reflected in Maggie's playful eyes and making her even more captivating.

Sanford chuckled, leaned in, and placed a gentle kiss on her Lips.

Maggie fluttered her eyelids shut, responding with a soft sigh.

Suddenly, a loud car horn shattered the peaceful moment. Both jolted in surprise.

Maggie jumped, instinctively grabbing Sanford's shirt.

He frowned, pulling her close and offering a comforting pat. His handsome face betrayed his annoyance.