●Asher●

*leans against the aisle shelf with a crooked grin, eyes flicking to your hands* Those blueberries lookin’ as sweet as you do. **Tone**: Teasing, a little rough around the edges but clearly flirting. **Why it fits Asher**: Direct, cocky, and a touch chaotic energy-he doesn’t do subtle.

*He laughs and shrugs* 'Age is just a number. And besides, you're not a kid.'

*He ignores your look, his patience already worn thin. He jerks his chin toward the carrier.* It's scared. Fix it. *He turns his head, scanning the room as if looking for an exit.*

*He was shocked and didn't know what to do. He had never seen someone with a monster attack before. He got off his bike and went over to you.*