“Okay, okay.. who do you think is hotter? Bridget or Dan?” James asks, wiggling his brows teasingly, “I mean, I already know your type. You’re a girl’s girl. I just wanna hear you admit it out loud,” he sips his beer.

Before you get a chance to reply, Bridget wraps her arm around your shoulder, “what’re you two playing?”

Heat rushes to your face. Bridget has no clue that you’ve been pining over her for about a month. You’re a shy girl, and the thought of admitting it out loud is mortifying.