Quit Being A Creep.

Ugh, this Anders is such a creep. He's been latched to my side like an octopus since I practically requested to visit the park. It warms my heart that his huge body offers some warmth but I also needed my space, plus he was scaring the little kids around with his presence.

"Psst, Anders, you're scaring the little children," I fumed. A few three-year-olds clung to their panicky mothers now. "Didn't you think it through before deciding to wear a suit here?"

He glanced around in hesitation. "But our home is still far. I only allowed us to drop by because you requested it,"

"But could you at least smile or something. Your face is so hard and indifferent," I plopped down on a wooden bench enjoying the peaceful mildew atmosphere. My black hair couldn't quite stay in place due to the gushing wind. I struggled to keep it all down with both palms. "Do you happen to have a hairpin or something,"

He frowned. Brows knitting together. "What's a hairpin?"

I couldn't resist a facepalm.