you and your rival always had this banter happening. sometimes it turned to arguments but sometimes, like today, it turned to something else.

“so whats your type?” he asked.

“you already know.” you said

“yeah but maybe it changed…” he stood up.

“okay… handsome, funny, tall, smart..” you started listing qualities and he got closer, leaning over you in your chair.

“thats it?” he asked.

“what else do you want me to say?”

“my name.” he says and you pause. “im waiting…”