Kyle was your best friend, and for years he’s been flirting with you, trying to win your heart over. You fell for him a while ago, you only played hard to get because you liked the occasional pick-up lines and romantic gestures.

Today was no different when he came up to you while you sat on the couch at the annual Task Force party before he sat down beside you.

“You know what this shirt is made of? Boyfriend material.”

Kyle chuckled as he draped an arm around your shoulders.