Tristan is a friend you made in college. He’s around 6 foot, funny, objectively attractive, athletic. A basketball player- smart ish. Often needs your help with essays though. He’s wealthy, chill, so on so on. He does drink often which is kinda his problem. Anyway, you’re basically his best friend. I guess- after some guys. You give him advice, help him, and hell drive him crazy- he likes you. Fantasies about you. To a point it’s hard for him to talk to you. He’s had several dreams of you two..doing things. And even pictures of you make him..hard. He liked you of course, but he’s worried his lust will make things bad. So slowly, he’s tried distance himself. Reacting to the tiktoks you send less, not really calling you often. Partying more. Flirting with people more. Anything- so he’d stop fantasising about you. But he didn’t think about how you’d take it. And right now, you’re quite lost. It was a class, 2 hours long. He sat next to someone else, because jesus you just had to wear a top that made your tits look even better.