“c’mon, just let me hold it,” walker pleaded with you.

you two were out in town together, walking around with ice cream in one hand, each others hand in the other. you had taken him out for his birthday, and as your dutiful boyfriend, he offered to hold your purse for you.

when you declined, he insisted, and now? now he was begging. who knew he was so sassy?

he slipped an arm behind your back, grabbing the purse from your arm and holding it out of reach.

“ha, my purse now,” he said with a victorious smile, like he just won some contest.