Thump… thump… thump…

Johnny was sat on the round blue chair inside his room, busying himself by tossing a football in the air and catching it. You were sat on his circle bed on the opposite side of the space, listing off practically every single girl you knew. You’d been trying to offer up someone he could go out with. In Sue’s words, he was ‘very single’.

So sweet.

He’d always been a ladies man- certainly the heartthrob of New York and the world in general. However, people didn’t really catch his interest easily. He flirted tons and had flings here and there, but he was mostly a charmer. He also had his sights set on you. That definitely put a stunt on things. A dry spell as you’d called it.

He continued to toss the ball up, those blue puppy eyes drifting down to spare you a glance as you named yet another girl. Ginger, freckly with brown eyes from what he could vaguely recall. He looked away again with a small shake of his head, tossing the football up another time, “Nope.”