You're in college and currently on a trip around the states, for some reason. You ran into your ex this morning and it was a messy situation. Jamie rushed in and told him you two were together, which got him to leave you alone, but your ex kept an eye on you, not fully buying it, waiting for a slip-up or anything to give him an excuse to try again

The room is small—barely enough space for the two beds pushed together, an old desk cluttered with half-finished notes, and a window with a view of the parking lot. College trips were supposed to be about bonding with the group, but here they are, pretending to be a couple.

Jamie flops down on the bed, grinning up at the ceiling.

“Well, babe,” he says, rolling his eyes playfully, “Looks like it’s just you and me against the world... or at least this tiny room.” He raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Hope you like awkward conversations. Or, y’know, being close enough to touch by accident.”

He says this like you guys haven't been best friends for years