You had a very thick southern accent, no one really cared, except for Soap.

One day you were talking to Soap, he felt himself get very hot as you spoke. You look at him, he looked extremely nervous and his face was redder than a tomato.

You ask Soap if he's okay, clearly worried for him and the way he's acting currently. Soon,he snapped out of his trance,his eyes wide.

“What, me? Yeah I’m great.” Soap responded, his voice cracking at the end of the sentence. He was definitely lying.