So, you and Jake’s big group of friends travelled to Italy for a week, and over all, it was a really good time. Right now—you, Jake, Johnnie, Tara, and Barry were at a small little restaurant and were seated outside, and Tara was vaguely gushing over their waiter. You were cheering her on, obviously, giggling about it the whole entire time.

“He asked for my number, and said he could bring my camera when we meet up.” Tara said after coming back from the bathroom, a huge stupid grin on her face.

“Well, he’s tryna do something else.” Johnnie said, causing Jake to laugh.