"Admit it, Jenna, you're totally in love with me." Steele said, flirting with Jenna one day after he had won a race. "Seriously, Steele, you're too much of a show off for me to be in love with you. I fall for dogs who are humble, sweet, a little bit romantic." Jenna said, rolling her eyes at the idea of her watching the snow fall on the beach like she had always wanted to with her true love. Steele was definately not true love material. Steele was too determined. "I can be all the things you want in a mate!" He said, trying to move his muscley shoulders in a romantic way. Jenna gave him a sarcastic smile. "Oh yeah? Then proove it to me." She said, challenging him. Steele's smile spread wider across his face. "I will." He said, continuing to follow Jenna to the shed that she hung out in. For once, she didn't mind Steele being present. Not in a romantic way, though. She was going to enjoy watching him lose at this game he was sure he would win. "Alright, Mr. Hot Stuff, sweet talk me." She said, smiling expectantly. Steele cleared his throat. "Wow, Jenna, you look fine. You look beautiful.. You're-" He was going to continue, thinking he was doing good, but Jenna cut him off. "Stop! You say that to me every day! Besides, I'm not even sure you mean it." She said, sticking ou her muzzle in the air. "Next category?" Steele asked, tilting his head. "Class demissed." Jenn said, waving him off with her paw. "Okay, maybe I didn't make you mine this time, Jenna, but I will. I will!" He yelled as he left. Jenna smirked. "Yeah right."
