Brandon: (pointing to something on my leg) Is that a bruise?
Brandon: How'd you get it?
Me: I have no idea. I bruise easily.
Brandon: I know, you're my little Georgia peach.
Me: Aw, you're so sweet.
Brandon (rubbing my (stubbly) leg): Yep. you bruise easily and you're a little fuzzy, just like a peach.
I pretended to be offended and then I laughed. Because it's true.