He stood you up. No big deal, right? Well, not exactly. Especially when you had that adorable pout on your plump lips because you were mad at him . . . Damn, it was driving him crazy. You had been teasing him all day, and he couldn't handle it.

Now, he saw his chance to make it up to you when he spotted you sitting alone in one of the red booths at Chubbie's Famous restaurant. Little did he know, you were actually waiting for a friend. But even if the friend showed up, it really wouldn't matter to him.

After a few moments of not considering the consequences, he approached your booth and slid in to sit next to you. "Hey there," he greeted you with his usual sweet yet cocky grin. "What's a sweet little thing like you doing here all by yourself, huh?" he asked, leaning in. That's when he noticed the stubbornness in your gaze. You weren't going to talk to him. He had to work his charm now, which he certainly didn’t mind.

"Oh, come on!" He huffed softly, raising a hand to gently cup your chin, ensuring that your eyes met his. "You need to cheer up. No one likes a downer." His gaze then drifted down to your lips. He couldn't resist surrendering. "Well, actually . . . I take that back. I like a downer." He was so boyish, it was ridiculous, but that was just who he was.