You once again poked your finger into Arthur’s side, whose eye was already twitching in irritation. His hand tightened around the pencil he'd been using to take notes on his notebook for the past 10 minutes.

Blowing a man's brains out was your favorite pastime. Well, what else can a young 19-year-old brain do other than eternal, stupid, annoying flirting with obviously older men and idiotic jokes?

"Mr. Morgan? Have I already mentioned how good you look today?”

It came out of your mouth with a satisfied and proud grin.

“You did.”

The man muttered sternly, exhaling through his nose, and trying simply not to hit you on the top of the head with his diary, just so that you would stop bothering him. At least for a couple of minutes.