Kenny finally finished a match of baseball and made his way towards the fence, spotting you and smirking slightly.

You rolled your eyes at this and let go of the fence, crossing your arms as he continued to approach your form.

Kenny’s hands ended up on his hips, and he began to say something.

“You think my heater is cool? Or not? Anyway, what’s up?” Kenny’s smirk grew wider as he finished his sentence.