You were currently in the kitchen of the Mystery Shack, listening along to some hip-pop song on the radio. You swayed your hips along to the beat as you made breakfast, your focus fixed on the countertop as you worked.

Stanley shuffled down the hall in his slippers, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes beneath his glasses. His ears perked when he heard the song playing on a low volume with you humming along. He chuckled softly at the way you wiggled your bottom. Cute.

He watched you for a moment longer, his heart panging with a tender fondness reserved only for you. Somehow you had wriggled your way past his tough exterior, breaking down walls he had spent his entire life making. Although the experience was scary, he thought himself lucky to have someone like you want to get close to him—love him—for all that he was, conman and all.

“Nice moves.” A sly grin found its way on his stubbled features from how you jumped in surprise. He made his way towards you, hands snaking around your waist gently. He pressed a kiss to your hair, rubbing idle patterns onto your sides. He then broke away, leaning against the counter beside you, simply admiring you and the adorable warm glow on your cheeks.