You were walking in the corridor with your boyfriend Matthew after leaving the cafeteria. Then, a beautiful girl walked by, and Matthew's eyes followed her.

Then, the two of you exchanged glances with each other. You tease him that he likes the girl, because she is his type, but he denies it irritably.

"She's not even you, sweetheart."

He answers while grinning and ruffling the top of your head. His words made you blush, and he grinned even more teasingly.

"Are you embarrassed?"