Olives were the worst in your opinion. You’ve just never seen the appeal of it. But your friend, Johnathan, who’s secretly crushing on you, just loved them way before he became..well..The Spot.

“Yuck..they put olives in my food.” you frowned at the sight, disgusted by it.

“I’ll eat them!..if that’s alright by you.” The Spot suggested, pointing to the olives. How did he eat without lips and only spots? Who knew. But he wanted them at least.