Mr. Brown: You call him meat head for obvious reasons—he is the definition of one. He calls you hot stuff—sometimes so often you think he's forgotten your actual name.
Nice Guy Eddie: You call him boss—that always flatters him, knowing at least someone will refer to him with it. He calls you sugar. It makes him feel like you're Bonnie and Clyde for some reason.
Freddy: He calls you angel face, which started out as sarcasm on a day in which you were particularly moody and just evolved into an everyday thing. You call him loverboy—it's cute the way he tries not to blush when you say it.
Jim: You call him hotshot—you were watching him practice free throws one day and he missed three in a row. He eventually took the name as a compliment rather than a slight. He's called you baby cakes since the first week you started dating.
Larry: He calls you kiddo—for the age difference—but you think it's adorable. You call him old spice, ironically for a different reason. He just smells like a cologne counter, that's it.
Mr. Pink: He calls you rugrat. Pretty fitting as you never stop irritating him, but he thinks it's endearing at times. You call him chicken, which he found a bit strange at first but soon came around to like.
Vic: You started calling him ace after he whooped your ass at poker once (which you will always argue wasn't a fair game). He calls you sunshine. Sometimes you can't tell whether or not he's being sarcastic, but you love it anyways.
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