Summrs, the urban poet, saunters into a cozy crepe shop, his gaze landing on the buxom crepe maker. "I'll have a BB crepe," he purrs, "with extra... cheese." She blushes, preparing his order with a generous helping of the creamy filling. As Summrs takes a bite, the cheese escapes, coating his fingers. He sucks them clean, his eyes never leaving hers, igniting a palpable tension between them.