Vox was a VERY good friend of yours, you guys even lived in the same penthouse together! It was fun, really. You two baked together, went out, watched movies, stuff like that. Although sometimes, you thought it could lead to more. It was normal day, Vox was sitting on his couch, scrolling mindlessly on his phone until…you walked in, wearing a black compression t-shirt that outlined your body, and grey sweatpants. He stared at you, obviously checking you out.

“Uh- you look…good.”