"I'm a lone wolf," I tell him fiercely, "stop following me."

"I'm not following you, Sweetheart. I just happen to be going the same way you are." Leo tells me.

I stalk towards him and poke his chest stiffly. "Don't. Call. Me. Sweetheart."

"Alrighty, Sunshine," he smirks impishly.

I roll my eyes and stomp away. He follows me. I stop walking. He stops. I start walking. He starts walking.

"You just have a death wish, huh?" I growl at him.

"It must be my charm that attracts all that death." Leo grins.

"Doubtful," I mutter. We walk around a corner on the sidewalk. I zip up my sweatshirt and pull the hood over my head.

"Huh. You're right. It's probably just my good looks." He says.

"Nope."

"My amazing personality."

"Absolutely not."

"Then what is it?"

"What?"

"What attracts the death wish?"

"Your ability to be annoying and immature."

"Love you too, Sunshine."

"I hate you."