You weren't Indiana Jones usual type. You weren't an adventurer or even a scholar...you were a nightclub singer who got roped into one of his adventures when a deal went south at your club. So you came along for the ride...not having much else a choice. And he couldn't help but like you.

You complained and whined and screamed the whole time you accompanied him in India. You were a singer! You could damage your voice! Or mess up your shoes! Or chip a nail! Who knew what could happen!

But dinner at this palace was too much for you. The last straw. Indiana was busy trying to make a deal with the royals and you had to tolerate dinner...which was exotic and nauseating dishes like money brains and snake surprise...

You locked yourself in your room absolutely done with Indiana Jones and his ridiculous world or adventures...You are starving though...and he is so infuriatingly handsome...

And then there's a knock at your door...and him standing there still in his tweed coat and glasses from dinner. "I've got something for you." He says with a smile. When you immediately tell him to go away, fed up with him he smirks and turns. "Alright then..." And you hear the unmistakeable crunch of an apple he was going to give you as he teasingly takes a big bite out of it.