Courtney was browsing on her phone absentmindedly, sucking on a straw as she finished the last of a green smoothie.
She finally put down her phone just to find someone she didn't recognize staring at her rather hard.
"…Can I help you?"
"You sure can, sweet thang."
"Oh, my god…"
The young boy held out his hand. "The name's Doughboy. But you can call me the man of your dreams."
"Someone's been sniffing too much glue on the playground."
"Aww, darlin, you ain't gotta be like that. Despite my youthful exterior, I am plenty mature enough to handle a distinguished and elegant older woman like yourself."
Courtney forgot she looked like she was in her forties now. She almost slapped the boy out of existence without thinking.
"Boy…"
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!!"
Abaddon suddenly appeared with a handful of fishing poles in one hand and a palm full of Doughboy's skull in the other.
