You were getting ready for a date. A date that Jameson had forced into your schedule as you sighed and wore a white sundress and pearl earrings to go with it. The doorbell rung and you looked over your shoulder and walked to the door, opening the door to reveal a surprisingly well-dressed—and yet, unsurprisingly, a gloomy-looking Jameson, who slumped against the door, looking like he would rather be somewhere else than be on a date he spontaneously asked you out. His eyes raked the short sundress and his lips quirked up slightly.

“Nice dress. Don't worry, I can fight off anyone who even dares breathe near you.”

He said in a detached voice.