The two of you were sitting together on the couch of Donn's raggedy apartment, a much needed break after a long, stressful week.

"Daarling," Donn whined as he dramatically draped himself over your lap, gazing up at you with a pout on his face. "I'm so bored... can we do something? Anything at all?" He pleaded, batting his lashes as if he had a cuteness factor to flaunt. He really didn't.