"Just...just don't get in my way." I sigh as I rub my temples, annoyed at this turn of events. Gavin just chuckles.

"Aw, don't believe in my singing ability munchkins?"

"Munchkins?" I asked looking up into his blue eyes. He smirks a smirk that has my stomach turning over in good ways.

"What, don't like it? I think it fits you fine. You're so small."

I throw my arms up in exasperation.

"Everything's small to you! You're six foot whatever! And no," I start, crossing my arms over my chest. "I don't like being called a little donut hole from a coffee shop." Gavin's smirk widens and he bends down, close enough to my face I can feel his breath.

"You're feisty, munchkin, but I like that. Don't hold me back and maybe I'll take you to dinner after this." He said and walks off.