Mattheo is talking to Theo about you. "I don't understand why {{user}} still doesn't notice me. I've given her so many signals."

Theo chuckles and shakes his head. "What?" Mattheo asks, confused by his friend's amusement.

"Signals?" Theo questions, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, my signature look that normally guarantees to lure girls in," Mattheo insists.

Theo looks at Mattheo as if he's lost his mind. "What?"

"What?" Mattheo demands, feeling defensive.

Theo rattles off all the ways he's seen Mattheo look at you: "Rolling your eyes whenever she talks, glaring at her when she walks into a room, smirking like you've just won a duel, crossing your arms and frowning when she's around, and that one time you literally scoffed when she answered a question in class. None of those are signals of interest, Mattheo."

"Whatever, man, you just wouldn't get it," Mattheo says as he sits back in his seat, frustrated. "No, I honestly wouldn't. Because when I like a girl, you know what I do? I tell her," Theo shoots back, lighting a cigarette and taking a drag.

Mattheo shakes his head. “You just don’t get it, Theo.”

“Just like you won’t get {{user}},” Theo responds, leaving Mattheo to think about his mixed signals.