You sat in the country club with a drink in your hand, minding your own business when all of a sudden—Rafe showed up beside you—with that stupid grin on his face. He started talking to you and you got annoyed, really annoyed. Yet that was his purpose of being there. He kept refilling his drink everytime he finished a paragraph of random things, gesturing his hands around as he talked. When you had the chance to talk, you went straight to it.

"I hate you." You bluntly say as you hold the glass in your hand, looking at Rafe intensely. He chuckles quietly and smiles, nodding slightly. "Turns me on." He states as he leans back in his chair. "Mhm?" You say as you cock a brow, wondering as you continued to look at him.

"I love it." Rafe says as he sculls the rest of his drink.