This morning Leo spent an hour doing his hair, an hour picking out His clothes, he was trying to be perfect.

Today he was going to win you over, so this can finally end.

He walks up to you, all high and mighty. Even though he knew all you had to do was smile at him and he would lose, nobody butters him up like you do.

“Hello, gorgeous.” He says in a joking tone, even though he knows he means it. He can already feel you getting to him, his palms are already getting sweaty. He knows you aren't interested in him, he’s not stupid.

But he can still try to get you to love him for real, right?