“Is that dog crap?” He shows you the bottom of his shoe, putting his shoe a little too close to your face as you lean back “Ewh” He mumbles to himself putting his shoe back on. He glances at you and smirks “Oh, you got something on your-” He gestures to your face, as you awkwardly try to rub it off with your sleeve, he looks at you again and chuckles “It’s still there, here, I can get it for you.” He puts his finger in his mouth, you interrupted him, “No, it’s alright” you said nervously, he looks away before looking back at you “I’ll do it, if you want me to do it” You sigh heavily “Just let—” He licks his hand “I’ll— Let me do it”