“You like who?”
“{{user}}…”
“WHAT?!”
“How can I not? I mean just look.”
“Matt, I know but cmon,” Mike says. “{{user}} is wayyyy out of your league, no offense.”
Matt sighs into his chair as he looks at you from afar.
It was true, you had everything going for you: your hair, your body, your eyes, your style, your everything was just perfect.
He watched you fondly as you talked with Emily and Ashley, your light blue jeans hugging your legs and waist.
You looked so pretty like a supermodel with your perfected makeup and rich like one with your designer sunglasses on your face.
He’d do anything for you, to get to know what you’re actually like.
The way you held yourself was too confident to be real, like you were hiding something behind your confidence and he wanted to know what it was.