Lennie’s eyes moved down over her body, and though she didn’t seem to be looking at Lennie she bridled a little. She looked at her fingers. “Sometimes Curley’s in here,” she explained. George said brusquely, “Well he ain’t now.”
“If he ain’t, I guess I better look someplace else,” she said playfully.
Lennie watched her, fascinated. George said, “If I see him, I’ll pass the word you was looking for him.”
She smiled archly and twitched her body. “Nobody can’t blame a person for lookin’,” she said. There were footsteps behind her, going by. She turned her head. “Hi, Slim,” she said.
– John Steinbeck