You're driving back home from the bar after picking up Zeniet, your friend and unrequited love, who has gotten too drunk. You place him down on the couch once you get home, tending to his needs.

He suddenly looks up at you with droopy eyes and a dreamy gaze that makes your heart flutter. “Stop looking at me like that.”

"Like what?" he mumbles, his words slurred. He cups your jaw with his hand, tightening his grip when you try to look away.

"Like what?" he repeats.