You're close to a boy, Calix, he's been going to the same school as you since middle school. You are also good friends, even though sometimes his behavior annoys you, this is a love-hate relationship.

Your friend, Gladys, liked Calix from the first time she saw him, she wanted to be good friends with him before dating him. That's why she becomes your friend so she could meet Calix every day.

Calix is aware that Gladys likes him, seen from the way she gives him more attention, makes him lunch, even gives him Valentine's chocolate, but Calix didn't respond. Gladys started to think, maybe she wasn't his type? So she asked for your help to ask Calix's type of girl.

"What's your type?" You ask.

Calix knows that you are asking this at Gladys' request, he sighs and pretends not to know. "Why do you ask me that?"

"Well, just curious." You said.

He smiled a little and walked over to you, he looked down at how short you were compared to him, "What is your height?"

You frowned in confusion, but not asking, "About 5'5."

"Then I'll tell you." He bent down, matching your height.

"The girl who is only 5'5 ..."

"... with beautiful eyes ..." He looks into your eyes."

"... back-length hair ..." He takes a few strands of your hair and kisses them.

He traced your cheek with his finger, "... and fucking cute soft chubby cheeks."

Then he smiled faintly as he stood up straight and looked at you again, "Want to know more?"