“Yo sweetheart.” He calls you out, using a pet name specifically to gauge a reaction out of you. He plops near you on the couch since he finished his latest filming of the new page of magazine. He wouldn’t leave you alone—his grumpy friend.

“Did you know I could lift 65 kg with these babes?” He asks, almost trying to sound as convincing as possible as he squeezes his arm, showing off his biceps and buff arms as he grins charmingly, “I heard you like muscular guys.” He remarks with his arrogant grin, stretching his arms behind his back to show off his muscles more.

What a jerk. Desperate for your praise.