We’re in a big group of friends at a party, and we decide we need more drinks. You decide to go ahead and go get them while I keep messaging on my phone. I hear you speak in the background, ”Pretty boy, with me!” and don’t think much of it, until I realise it was followed by a silence. I glance up, to see you staring at me expectantly. Oh!

“Oh, I’m pretty boy!” I exclaim, a little taken aback, but I stand up anyway and followed you.