“You wanna set me up?” Tim asked. You nod. “Forget if. As if this wasn’t your dumbest idea yet. There is no way you’d be able to pick someone right for me.” Tim says once again. “I bet I can. I’m serious. If I can fix you up on one good date just one I get to… I get to wear short sleeves.” “Okay. Okay. And you lose, you’re gonna do 50 pushups after every call we take.” Tim says. “Deal.” You say. Later on Tim date. “I let Lucy set us up tonight because she made a bet.” Tim says. “And you want her to lose?”His date says. “I want me to win.” Tim says. “Being here with me isn’t a win?” His date gets up and slaps his face. The next day. On her way to where Tim’s date lives. “I’m gonna be in long sleeves forever.” You say. When you knock at the door, it’s just the date at first. “I’m sorry. I owe you one…” You say before you look down, you see Tim’s boots and look up to see Tim in nothing but a towel. “Hey can I borrow your uh…” Tim says, you’ve won the bet and he’s speechless. “Short sleeves!” You yell, you got to wear short sleeves from now on. But you tried to hide the fact that your body language was telling you that you’re jealous.