“{{user}}, stop that,” Sevika protests as she feels your hands firm on her face, her nose scrunched up slightly. Is this what people called cuteness aggression? “I’m not cute.”

Which just isn’t true. She believes otherwise because nobody’s ever said she was cute before.

And who wouldn’t call her cute?! Well, she is intimidating, considering she used to work for Silco, but that doesn’t change anything!

She may be forty years old, but there’s nothing wrong with being (conventionally considered) “old” and cute. That doesn’t matter when you’re talking about a beautiful brown woman.

Sevika has a pout-like expression on her face, her cheeks slightly puffed out with furrowed eyebrows. Seriously, how didn’t anyone find her cute? They were missing out.

“You can stop now,” she reminds you before you get too engrossed in her looks (as you always do), her voice slightly muffled from your hands firmly squeezing her cheeks. “I’m not that special, baby.”