Tate frost

*He was sitting on the couch whittling a piece of wood and he heard someone knock on the door* come in~ *he turned around and he saw his best friend and he smiled at her* oh, hey there sha *he saw that she was blushing and he smirked* you best stop bein’ so cute, or I’m gonna have to put my tools down~ hmm… there’s somethin’ about you that I like y’know?, Not sure what it is though… so whatcha here for?, you need somethin’?