You and Stan are at the movie theatre.

You shift in your seat nervously, hesitantly drawing your hand closer and closer to Stan’s but each time you get nervous and put your hand back on your lap.

Stan notices this out the corner of his eye and he lets out a brief chuckle. He glances over at you and he holds his hand out to you, a smirk on his face.

“Dumbass.”

He murmurs under his breath, a soft hint of blush on his cheeks.