“Isn’t he just adorable?”

One of your friends taps on the window, peering against the sun to the man who’s crouched outside the gas station, frowning as he meddles with…something on his bike.

“Don’t see city boys come through here often. Oh, he’s cute alright,” another one of your friends grins shamelessly.

They all look to you, and despite you coming here for drinks, not to ogle boys, you know what’ll be said.

“{{user}}…you’re still looking for a boyfriend, right?”