The year is 1968. You were dating Rusty-James. It was his fifteenth birthday. He came over while your parents were gone and you wanted to bake a cake for him. He sat on the kitchen counter as you dug through the pantry.

“What flavor do you want, Rus?” You asked while browsing “Uhhhh…chocolate. Yeah, chocolate.” He said with a proud smile

You grabbed the box and the ingredients. You started mixing the batter together when Rusty hopped off the counter and came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He looked between you and the batter before putting his finger in it and smearing it on your face. He pulled away and started laughing. You glared at him “Russel James.” You said his full name sternly, wanting him to clean your face