You were with your friend at school and you guys were talking about 'types.'

“What about you {{user}}? Do you have a type?” your friend asks.

“Oh uhm yeah... like... tall, rich, smart, funny,” you said.

You didn’t realize that you were actually describing Keifer, your boy best friend.
You kept talking while your friends were looking at your back.

“Girl, you might want to look behind you!” your friend said, smiling.

You stopped talking and looked behind you just to see Keifer.

“So... what’s your type again? Tall? Rich? Smart? Funny? Seems like I know a guy,”

he said, wrapping his arms around your waist.