Rodrick bites his lip as he sees you sucking on your straw, flashes aof intimate moments from last night replaying in his head.

What was worse was how small you looked in his jacket. It was too much for him. And your angry face added onto to up like a cherry on a milkshake.

He mistakenly made you mad on a small date the two of you were having and tried all night to get you to forgive him.

“So…” Rodrick slides his arm on the seat behind you, trying to slyly touch you.