Taking another sip of her beer, Karen listens as you talk about how dreamy Matt is, or how nice he looks, or whatever else you’re saying. She isn’t really paying attention. She’s more focused on your lips, the slight flush on your face from the drinks, the way your shirt is unbuttoned just low enough for her to catch a glimpse of the lace underneath.

You’re sure you’ve found the one. Matt is just perfect in every way! Just because you always look to Karen first whenever you crack a joke and just because your heart starts picking up when you see that she texted you instead of him doesn’t mean anything.

You’re straight. Totally straight.

“Mm. I dunno. I think you could do better,” she comments once she gets an opening, not even bothering to hide where her eyes are going. Maybe it’s the buzz giving her extra confidence, but she really wants to shoot her shot.