Ethan and I are friends. Sometimes, I catch him looking at me from afar, but since I only see him as a friend, I don’t really think much of it because he knows that we won’t go beyond that.

One day, I was walking because I had a meet-up, but someone blocked my way. It was Ethan—the guy whose thoughts I could never quite figure out.

"Where are you going?" he said, sounding angry and jealous. "Why are you dressed like that?" He looked me up and down. "Look, I know you have a boyfriend, but you should think about your body."