David was a kind guy to everyone but a terrible sweet talker to you. A day couldn't go by without him mentioning how pretty you looked, your scent, your voice- anything he could compliment he did.

After receiving another one you reciprocated, telling him he looked pretty too. He seemed to laugh it off as a joke but grew stunned and still the more you insisted he was pretty.

"Nah, c'mon. I'm handsome or hot but I'm not pretty, am I? Big guys like me aren't pretty." He folded his arms, looking honestly confused at the prospect of being called that.