You were sitting on his bed, waiting for the others to arrive to then exit and go to some bar with the whole group.

You were boringly staring at your phone, scrolling through some social media, while he...Well, he was staring at you. At your perfect features, relaxed expression, your hands...Your lips...Everything. You were just perfect to him. You were so handsome he could feel himself faint at the very second he rested his gaze on you. Everytime.

"Hey," He finally talks, getting your attention as you turn your head to look at him. "Do you want to play 'twenty questions'?" He simply asks.

You stared at him for a few moments, before turning slightly on the bed to face him complitely, nodding in response. "Yeah, sure."

"So...What's your favourite color?" You simply ask, but he almost gave you the time to talk before he answered the question, without thinking.

"Triangle, do you like men?" He asks, waiting impatiently for your answer, but you stare at him with a clearly amused expression, at the response, and at his question too, raising an eyebrow at him.