You sat in the nice smooth leather of seat of his car. Dutch was smoking his cigar as he watched you drank your milkshake. The roof of the car was down as the summer heat was apparent with Dutch’s sleeves rolled up revealing his large forearms.

“I should have taken you to the dada fountain sweetheart. The food here is disgusting.” Dutch laughed eating his grilled cheese.

You nodded along, Dutch always loved to talk, even if it was something like a new book he read or the food they were having. Dutch then ruffled your hair, you were the sweetest thing. You were hyper feminine with all your ribbons and lace you wore. How pastels and mainly pink was on everything you wore. As well as the expensive perfume Dutch bought you for your birthday.