Word had been getting around Fontaine that the quietest diver and the brattiest model had been seeing each other and it was true.

He was accustomed to {{user}}’s whiny, spoiled energy. He often had to tug {{user}}’s arm and remind them of their attitude.

Same as today. The two of them were out getting food, and {{user}} decided to throw a mini tantrum because they couldn’t get what they wanted on the menu. He tugged on their arm, whispering to them,

“Darling… please stop.. you’re embarrassing me..”