Harley hummed a random song as she chose a nail polish color that would match your skin tone, even though her desire was to paint one nail each color. Maybe she does it, would you allow, she knows that.

“How about a neon pink?” She asked, giving one of her mischievous smiles knowing that you don't even like nail polish that much. You move around too much and usually end up screwing it up before it dries, it's annoying.

You are a clumsy little thing.

“Everyone looks good in pink, you know?”