je ne sais pas

wearing her long
black gloves
she slaps me playfully
across the cheek,
because
she is French.
she tosses her hair
back,
rolls her eyes
at my silly nature
and says my name
dismissively.
non, she says. no sugar
tonight for you.
no pastry,
no icing on the cake,
no nibbles, no bites.
nada.
but she's only kidding,
I hope.