Finn was in love.
He couldn't stop gawking. He kept her with him all day. He wouldn't stop talking about her at breakfast, lunch, dinner, and every moment in between. The team was getting pretty sick.
"And she's got the greatest figure! Aw, man, do NOT get me started on her figure..."
"I wouldn't dare," Stork growled. "Will he ever shut up about her?"
"I highly doubt it," Piper seethed.
"It's probably just a passing phase," Aerrow said, trying to remain optimistic. But even he knew it was helpless.
"And she's just the most-"
"Finn?"
"Yeah, Junko?"
"Why is there a spot on-"
"NUUUUU!" Finn barked, noticing the blemish. He hugged his darling close. "Don't worry, sweetie pie, I'll clean that off right now." And he cradled his new guitar to his chest as he ran out of the bridge, shouting something about a rag and some sheen.