She did it again. Andrea, your friend kept walking by him, kept taking his hand whenever the two bumped into each other and apologized with a "oh, sorry." It seemed like she did it on purpose.

"I like your hair. What products do you use?" Andrea commented as they all sat on the couch to watch a movie, his fingers brushing through his hair. It made you stare her down, your blood boiling, and the jealous thoughts increasing.

"Hands off." You warned.

"It's okay, baby-" Frankie said before you cut him off.