"Sean! I told you not to screen peek!" I said in rage. I pushed him and he spun away in his chair. "You can't be mad at this face, can you?" He said.
He makes his signature face that gets me every time. "Fine you win, but you owe me dinner!" I say crossing my arms. He blushes at my words and said "Okay! I'll pick you up at 7 and we'll go to Fine Wine downtown. Wear something nice!" I fiddle with the brim of my shorts and whisper "I'm not wearing a dress." He looks to me and says "Sorry your mouth hole was being too quiet again and I didn't hear ya'. Could you repeat that please?" I pushed him a little and said "I'm not wearing a dress." He got up and said "You do, or you show up in your normal beat up jeans that you always wear when you go out. If I were to be you, I would wear a dress"