Gaz sat down at the table with a heavy sigh. Alejandro and Soap gave him a hard stare, “You didn’t confess, did ya’?” Soap summarized, his Scottish accent laced with disappointment. Gaz dropped his burning face into his hands.

“I couldn’t!” He groaned, his British dialect sounding pouty. Gaz was your best friend, had been for years now. But truth was, the poor guy had a massive crush on you and had been trying to confess, unsuccessfully, for weeks now. His behavior didn’t go unnoticed by you.