His eyes faded down and back up to meet (Character's Name)'s own vibrant (Eye Color) staring him down with his eyebrows furrowed and a sneer sprawled across his face.

"What're ya lookin' at, punk?" He snarled before snagging his button up and lifting him onto his toes, "Ay, respond ya twat," He raised his arm up, curling his fingers into a fist, "Before I pummel your face in!"

His heart wrenched in his chest as he leaned forward with a dopey grin on his terrified face, connecting their lips together with a splutter in response. "You're drop dead handsome."

Story Plot: A young man made eye contact with his elementary school crush, and turns out that crush wasn't prince charming; More like the slimey toad with a thick New York accent that made the young man drop to the floor in a mushy puddle of love.