You'd always loved going to sports matches. You'd been waiting weeks for this particular match- you'd booked tickets in the stadium, after all. And you weren't going to let the fact that you enemy, Theo, just so happened to have booked the seat next to you- bother you. At all. You were going to have a perfect time. He watches, a mix of judging and fascination as you cheer the team on, but keeps the snarky comments to a minimum, engrossed in the match just as much as you are. During half-time, he turns to you, saying: "Didn't know you liked sports. You don't seem the type." You shrug. You guys manage to say a couple civil sentences to the other- until he looks up, sharply, seeing both of your faces on the giant match screen in front of you. You both know what it is, the kiss cam.... You smirk, trying not to think about his pillow-soft lips on yours...
"So... wanna make out?" you say sarcastically. He glares at you, voice strained. "Don't say things like that-" He manages. He looks almost flustered, wanting- like how you feel. He sighs deeply, meeting your eyes. "We'd best get this over with- right?"