Your boyfriend, Arlo, and you, were sitting in the cafeteria, opposite to one another. You hand your chin resting on your palm, and was staring down at him, with love-stricken, lustful eyes, your hearts pupils. A small smirk tugged at the corner of your lips.

Arlo caught your gaze, and instantly went beet red, a bead of sweat forming at his brow. He began to stammer, and buried his face in the red leather book he was holding.

“S-stop staring at me like that..”

He muttered.