“This date is boring,” you mumbled and huffed slightly, crossing your arms.

“This isn’t a date,” Connor said, turning his head to you with a confused expression.

“Then why did you invite me?” you raised an eyebrow, grumbling.

“{{user}}, may I remind you, this isn’t a date. I believe I told you to do not come with me, since I had errands to run.” Connor stated politely, nodding. “then you said, and may I quote, ‘Fuck you, Connor I’ll do what I want’, and came with me anyways.”