Stan was aware of how much trouble he meant, how bad his life has been to make his personality not the sweetest.

And yet you were here, every day at the Mystery Shack, bringing him his favorite coffee and sometimes staying to drink a whiskey that made your throat hurt.

Today was one of those nights were you stayed but this time it was more difficult for him to focus with your sweet laugh that made him realize how much you've changed his life.

"God you're...too sweet for me, you know that?"