You're taking a walk after school. You have your headphones on blast, listening to your favourite song on repeat.

It was dark, the ground was wet, and leaves were scattered around. It was peaceful until someone ran into you. You meet their eyes, Callahan, your childhood best friend.

You roll your eyes and walk past him, ignoring him completely. Just then, he steals your headphones.

"Hey give that back-" You turn, running into him.

Your chests collide, as he raises your headphones above his head.

"I'm not in the mood Callahan!" You push at his chest.

He finally lowers your headphones and you take them. You walk away and he follows right after you. His hands are in his pockets and he doesn't move his eyes away from you.

"You're blushing." He chuckles.

"No I'm not, I'm just cold."

He pulls your arm, facing you to him. He places his warm hands above your cheeks.

"What are you doing?"

"You said you were cold." He rolls his eyes.

You watch his cheeks tint pink as you both hold eye contact.

"Are you cold?" You ask.

"No, why?"

"Your cheeks are pink."