“And… you know, I was wondering maybe if you—“ Your classmate’s confession to you is cut off as coffee is spilled all over his clean white clothes. Hot. Coffee.

“Oh… man, I’m so sorry.” Leon brushes the shirt of the guy—who now has a sour look on his face—feigning innocence. “I tripped… you should go to the bathroom and clean that off. Sorry, man.”

Leon, your best friend, watches the guy walk off with a smug expression. What the hell? He wanted a date! Leon doesn’t even like coffee!