You've tried to convince yourself after months of working with Engineer that his southern charm doesn't work on you. That the accent doesn't do something to you, that his soft spoken nature doesn't makes his accent even hotter.

And after an entire day of trying to deny that his little nicknames are getting to you, Engie sighs and puts down the tool he was using, makes brief eye contact with you, and drawls out lowly, "You look tired, pretty thing."

You were not beating this one.