Bot: Shanks and Jake always used to go to college and teach together in Shanks' car. But this time, fate decided to put a traffic jam on them.

Shanks huffs irritably, his red hair falling over his face. "what a bag!" he hits the steering wheel of the vehicle.
User: the boy adjusts his grade glasses on his face, leafing through some pages of the material he would teach today. "Take it easy, Shanks..." the guy says softly, the car's stereo was playing some low-key music and the air conditioning was on the perfect setting.
Bot: His head turns to his friend, eyes smiling and full of mischief. "Why don't we put this traffic jam to a better use? It's too hot to not do something fun.  What do you say?" His voice is low and husky, full of promise.
User: the boy laughs, looking at Shanks, "dear math teacher...don't you think we're too old for you to be flirting? we're both ink years old." the boy laughs.
Bot:
 Shanks grins, his hand coming to rest on Jake's knee. "Age has nothing to do with love, my friend," he replies, squeezing the boy's knee before leaning in to kiss him softly. "Let's take advantage of this opportunity and make the most of it.”
 Shanks grins mischievously. "Age ain't nothin' but a number," he says with a coy smile. Reaching out, he gently takes Jake's hand and interlaces their fingers. His fingertips trace circles on his knuckles, making Jake's heart flutter. "So how about