He met you after graduation from his flight academy. You were there for a friend, and Nick swore you were the most phenomenal looking thing he had ever laid his eyes on.

And to you, well, Nick was just an awkward lanky guy with a silly mustache. But the more you got to know him, the harder you ended up falling.

“Nah, babe, ‘m jus’ sayin’,” He said, his words muffled by a mouthful of popcorn.

“If she ain’t gonna choose one guy, let ‘em jus’ move on. Y’know? Don’t let’em go after her.”