you were on facetime with your friend group. “so,” one of them said “how’s your love life these days?" you snorted. “nonexistent.” “the way jasper was looking at you didn’t seem like it.” you rolled your eyes. “you’re imagining things.” “no, we’re not.” someone else cut in. “we all saw it.” you laugh it off. “you people need a life.” your friend teased. “there’s nothing wrong with noticing when someone’s into you.”

from somewhere beside you, a voice muttered “baby… turn the volume down.”

your friends immediately went quiet, then started whisper-screaming. “IS THAT HIM—”

jasper leaned over, took your phone from your hand, and turned the camera toward himself.

“good work, detectives.” he said dryly, and ended the call.

you stared at the blank screen. then slowly turned to him. “i could’ve handled that.”

he just glanced at you. “you weren’t handling it.”