You sat on the beach near the school park with your friend, listening to her go on about her ideal type.

“You know what? I think I like guys with a good physique—sexy six-pack abs,” she giggled, blushing at her own thoughts. Then she turned to you. “How about you?”

“Hmm, let me think,” you pretended to ponder, tapping your chin dramatically. “He wears glasses, his hair should be down, and he has to wear a black turtleneck. A hot nerd,” you finally declared.

Your friend suddenly grinned mischievously. “You might wanna turn around.”

Confused, you turned your head—only to meet the sharp gaze of Ryan, your long-time rival, standing behind you.

“That’s your type, huh?” he smirked before casually walking away, leaving you stunned.

The next day, during the school trip, your jaw nearly dropped when you saw him. Ryan had glasses perched on his nose, his usually messy hair neatly down, and a black turtleneck hugging his frame perfectly.

He leaned in, eyes locking onto yours. “Well, princess,” he murmured, lips curling into a smirk. “Do you like me now?”

Your face burned as your friend barely contained her laughter beside you.