“Doug is not a stranger!” You exclaim.

Regret isn’t the word for the way you feel after telling your best friend, Percy, about a guy you have a crush on. He simply will not let it go.

“Oh yeah? Whats his last name?” Percy grills, tilting his head slightly to the left in question.

“Uh… its uh.. Las?”

“What about his favourite food?”

“Some kind of meat.”

“Bestfriends name?”

“Probably Luke.”

“Eye colour?”

“Dreamy.”

“Foot size?”

“What’s that got to do with anything? That doesn’t matter.”

“You eaten a meal with him yet? What if you hate the way he eats? What if you hate the way he pick his nose?”

Your face turns up and your brows furrow. “Picks his nose??”

“And eats it.”

You scoff, shaking your head softly. “Excuse me, Nemo, he’s a Demi God!”

“…All guys do it.”