He stops admiringly, but is caught looking. Sheepishly, he looks away, and she says,
"What are you looking at?" she grunts in exasperation and storms up to the sidewalk, as though tired of the constant unwanted attention she has received, and this little boy is the last straw.
"What are you looking at!" she says again, and her hand connects to his cheek in a sharp slap. "Are you undressing me with your eyes?" she demands.
Then, coyly, the mood shifts.
"Poor guy...you can't help it." She pulls his tie and draws the obviously confused and now shocked onlooker closer.
"Is your heart beating?" she asks, "Is your head spinning?" She whispers. He nods, under her seductive spell. "Do you feel lost thinking that I could be yours forever?"
A dollop of foam lands playfully on her chest, and he leans in for a kiss, then realizes that he's staring into the passenger window of the new 2012 Fiat 500 Abarth.