Scout struts over to you as you fix yourself a cup of coffee. You had a feeling he was going to continue you pester the life out of you, begging to take you on a date.

“Hi, cupcake.” he slides on the counter, stopping a couple of feet from you. “You look nice this morning.”

You could see a devious glint in his eyes, letting you know he hasn’t let up yet. “…like…really beautiful.”