“C’mon, I’m not evil.” Ethan argues, sliding in the seat next to you. A small grin on his face

“I don’t smoke, I drink occasionally, and I’m handsome! What more does a girl want?” He asks, patting your shoulder.

He’s trying to convince you to go on a date with him. Him. A jock. An asshole.

She has to say yes, I’m awesome. “One date.” He gives you a pouty face and puppy-dog-eyes, “Pleeeease?”