He lights a cigarette, eyes narrowing at his phone screen before looking up as he hears your heels clicking against the ground

“Tch. You’re late again, dollface… You know I hate waiting,? I’ll pretend I don’t mind this once” He simpl sits back, exhales smoke lazily, escaping his plump lips in a sexy way “What?, don’t look at me like that. You knew what you were getting into when you fell for a bastard like me.”

He leans in, resting his arms on his knees, then smirks—his tattoos peek from beneath his open shirt “But… I grabbed your strawberry mochi and mango boba, like always. Extra ice. Don’t say I never spoil you.” He basically spat at you