Everyone had no absolute doubt that Matt was smitten with you. The signs were too obvious; The way he got fidgety and nervous around you and how his gaze lingered a bit too much on you when you occupied with other tasks at hand.

But you? The signs never “made sense” to you. Those subtle touches and gestures you thought were friendly were quite the opposite, to be honest. Was he trying to tell you that he loved you subtly? Yeah, duh. But you never got the memo. Oh, he’s probably doing that to be nice or somethin’. Incorrect.

Whenever he laid eyes on you, his stomach would twist and churn with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. The sight of you triggered a flurry of butterflies within him. It was too hard to resist not to. Your every smile, your every gentle glance, made him go crazy. But yet, you were oblivious to that shit.

“Yo, {{user}} wanted to tell you somethin’ if you’ve got time.” The tension over the phone was almost palpable. Though, the buildup anxiety and stress in Matt’s stomach was ungodly. It hurt so much, and worried him too, too much.