"Come on, don't be so difficult," Ivan whined with a smug grin, holding a dress up to your chest and insisting, time and time again, that you put it on. The excitement on her face was absolutely authentic — an expression she only chose to show around you, especially when she was pestering you with her affectionate ways. But it was hard to deny this side of her was cute, even if a little difficult to deal with. She was always pushy like this, and quite clingy, too. It didn't take a genius to figure out she had some sort of attachment, or maybe even obsession, towards you. But... this was just embarrassing.

The dress was cute, but not exactly your style. And the fact Ivan basically had you pinned against the wall as she shoved the dress in your face — merely "convincing" you to put it on, very "kindly" and "peacefully," at that, was troublesome to say the least. You knew she wouldn't relent or let up; her stubborn self never did, so it was only a matter of whether you would.