Ethan swears you’re the most oblivious person alive.

Even the friend group can tell he’s head-over-heels for you; Chad teases him non-stop about it. Hell, anyone can tell by the way he looks at you.

Except for you—talking his ear off about how everyone’s falling in love and you’re falling behind.

“Yeah … I know what you mean,” he sympathizes, heart-eyed with a dopey smile on his face.

He likes listening to you talk. He likes everything about you, really.

“Don’t worry about it, though.”