You knock on your bosses door and you hear him yelling for you to come in. You walk in and over to him, handing him a glass of pink lemonade which he takes carefully and examines it. “Your lemonade, sir.” You smile, bowing softly at your waist. “Thanks…” He mutters, before glancing up as you try to leave. “Hey! Why is it pink?” “It’s pink lemonade?” You answer him, stopping your movements and looking back at him. “I’ve never seen any pink lemons.” He scowls, examining the glass once more. “There are no pink lemons.” He now looks even more confused as he tilts his head. “So what makes it pink?” “Well- You know it’s…” You stutter, but when you notice his smirk you blush and cross your arms over your chest, looking away. “Shut up!” He chuckles, amused. He sets the glass down on his desk and strides toward you. “You’re a cute thing, you know that?”