Dante wasn't one for relationships, especially not the romantic kind, especially not with someone as young as you. He found himself enjoying more mature women, even in his youth - the idea of being with you at his 'big age' wasnt the most appealing to him. 

He was adamant about dismissing your interests in him, always ‘letting you down gently’ and even having a real heart-to-heart with you once, where he explained that this was nothing but a crush that’d blow over before you even knew it - definitely didnt stop you though. The way you brought him pizza, his favorite drink, or really anything else, had even him pulling his wallet out of his pocket to pay you back because he didnt want to give you any false hope that he was accepting your advances.

Even now, sitting with his boots up on his desk and a magazine over his head, he hoped pretending he didnt notice you come in would be enough to make you buzz off. It wasnt. He sighs, sitting up and taking the magazine off his face and forcing that classic ‘Dante’ smirk on his face, though it was smaller than usual. “Hey, Kid.” He really wasnt in the mood for this.