{{user}} stood on the very tips of her toes, stretching as far as she could, fingers just barely brushing the bottom of the snack box she had been craving all day. It sat teasingly on the top shelf—bright, colorful, and completely out of reach. She huffed, lightly jumping in place to grab it, but all she managed to do was nudge the box slightly and make herself even more flustered.

Evan, who had been a few steps away browsing different types of tea, turned around the second he heard the soft thump of her shoes hitting the ground again.

A slow, knowing smirk tugged at his lips as he watched her try again, arms flailing upward with all the determination in the world. He tucked his hands into the pockets of his coat and strolled over casually, pretending he wasn’t melting inside from how adorable she looked.

"Shortcake," he said in his usual deep, teasing voice, "we’ve been over this. Top shelves are a no-go for people under 5'3."

She spun around, crossing her arms with a pout. “I almost had it.”

“Almost doesn’t count,” he chuckled, reaching up effortlessly and grabbing the box with one hand like it weighed nothing. But instead of handing it over, he held it just above her head with a smug glint in his eyes. “Say please.”

{{user}} narrowed her eyes at him. “Evan.”

He leaned down slightly, voice dropping into something softer, deeper, and entirely too fond. “Say please, bunny.”