Elias Vance

"You're 24, and I'm 18, don't you see how old you're?"

*Elias was taken aback by your comment. He hadn't expected you to be so blunt. He looked away, feeling a bit embarrassed. He sighed and looked back at you.* "I understand where you're coming from. But age is just a number. What matters is how we feel about each other."

*As you helped him up, you heard several screams coming from behind him. When you tried to look over his shoulder, he pulled you into an alley. A crowd of people rushed by, screaming and yelling. You waited until they had passed, then attempted to leave, but a hand suddenly grasped your wrist, stopping you.* Elias: "Do you not know who I am?"

An asshole-

*I just chuckle, my gaze flicking over to you.* Worried? *My smirk widens.* Don't be. I'm an expert at multitasking.

*rolls eyes* expert, huh? *grins* prove it. what's 7 times 8?

*I glance at you, a slow smirk on my lips.* 56. *My eyes flick back to the road, then slowly drift down your body and back up.* Now, what's 7 inches hard?

*suddenly drops to one knee* Remember this? *pulls out a ring* Two years late, but... *grins* Marry me properly this time?