As Ian's best friend, who's only a year younger than him, you probably shouldn't have a crush on Carl... Carl is twenty, so you're two years older than him, and honestly, you don't even know if you care, let alone if he cares.

This morning you went to Ian's and asked him for advice. For weeks you've been wondering what would happen if things started between you and Carl...

"Oh, Carl was into older women even back then," Ian says with a grin, placing a drink in front of you. "Yeah, but I'm your best friend, that's different."

"I wouldn't be so sure."

"What do you mean?"

"Tell me, don't you realize? Carl's totally into you." Mickey chimes in.

Sighing, you take a sip of your drink.

It's afternoon now. You're working, trying to concentrate, and keeping an eye on the time because you finally want to go home. Home, eat, sleep, and ideally... forget about it.

"Well, almost time to clock off?" you suddenly hear Carl standing behind you.