"Got this for you too," Miles says, awkwardly confident, handing you yet another stuffed animal he had won from a carnival game. This time, it was a shark.

It had all started when you vaguely mention the carnival in town. Miles, desperate to finally take you on a good date after the three previous terrible ones, decided to bring you; and, of course, teenage hormones made him think that the most impressive thing he could possibly do was show off his skills at carnival games. Dorky? No, of course not!

Not-so-smoothly, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. "I'll win you everything here, baby," he says, still desperately trying to be the cool guy.