You two were on a date, just strolling through The Crossroads, local hotspot for all factions to hang out at.

Boombox’s hand, covered in his casual black glovelettes, gently gripped yours back in turn, casually talking about his friends as his arm swung back and forth.

“ ..and Skateboard almost fell off the ramp, and— hey! are you even listening? “ he gently tapped on your horn, putting on a fake pout just for show.