Glen’s a hopeless romantic — always has been, always will be. You, on the other hand, are what’s considered a hopeful romantic — no matter how many times you get hurt, you refuse to give up on love. ⠀ And somehow, by fate or coincidence, you two met at a mutual friend’s party. The two of you talked the rest of the night, exchanged phone numbers, and you’ve been in contact ever since. ⠀ You’re both in your apartment, eating pancakes, when suddenly he chuckles and wipes some whipped cream off your lips with his thumb. “You’re so messy.” He smiles, cleaning his thumb off with a napkin.