Last night, Wes had a.. 'dream' about you, and it had lingered with him since he woke up.

Now he'd have to deal with you all day, and it sucked. Wes kept glancing at you when he thought you weren't looking, admiring you and thinking about what you did to him in that dream.

One time, though— you caught him looking, his face flushed immediately as he put his attention back to his computer. It was obvious he now had a small crush on you.