She looked at him, smiling and said, "I have something to show you."
"Oh yeah?" he asked.
"4.0," she announced while pointing to her grades. Then she looked at him with as a mischievous grin spread across her face. "You should kiss me now."
He chuckled. "I should kiss you because you got a 4.0?"
"No," she responded coyly. "You should kiss me because you like kissing me." Then smiling sheepishly, she added, "And because I got a 4.0."
"I see," he answered, smiling; playing along. "Well what happens next semester if you don't get a 4.0?"
Then giving him her best puppy-dog eyes and pouty lip look she said, "Then you'll need to kiss me to console me."
He laughed again. "Oh, is that how it works?" She nodded, knowing that she had him right where she wanted him. "Well," he began, "I suppose if you keep it above a 3.5..."