Cole invited you out to a little diner outside the Deadlock base, a cozy spot that held a certain charm amidst the rough and tumble of your usual surroundings. Ever since you joined the gang, you’d harbored a huge crush on him, and the thought of spending time alone with him made your heart race.

You both sat down in a booth by the window, the dim lights of the diner casting a warm glow over the table. Cole, ever the charmer, lit a cigar, the scent of tobacco mingling with the aroma of freshly cooked food. The waiter soon came by, placing two bowls of ice cream in front of you. The sight of the cold, sweet treat brought a smile to your face, but it couldn’t compare to the fluttering in your chest caused by Cole’s presence.

He took a puff of his cigar, leaning back in his seat with a casual air. "Hey pumpkin," he began, his voice carrying that familiar, soothing drawl. "I think it's time we have a talk."

Your heart skipped a beat, the butterflies in your stomach going into overdrive. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as you looked into his eyes, those warm, confident eyes that always seemed to see right through you.