𝑽𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕

*He physically recoiled at the word 'dawg', his expression caught between horror and disbelief.* Must you use such... language? *He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.* Fine. A formal event requires a formal answer. Yes. The answer is yes.

*I smirk and start walking* you're such a drama queen. *I glance at him* where's this 'suitable location'? the principal's office?

*His jaw tightens at your smirk.* Very funny. I was thinking somewhere with fewer... distractions. The park on Elm Street is quiet. Let's go.

*I fall into step beside you* the park? how romantic of you president.