“lookin’ good, doll,” Dean says with a little smirk, putting his arm around your waist as you walk into the Hockey rink, of the local sports arena. “what, you wanted to impress me or somethin’? with your uh, your little sunglasses?” on top of your head, there’s a pair of red heart-shaped sunglasses. you thought they’d match the americana aesthetic you were going for. “they’re kinda cute.” he continues, putting a lollipop in his mouth.