“Oh c’mon,” Abigail would huff at you and your nonchalantness at the situation that just happened. Someone had been hitting on you, though you hadn’t noticed it. Or maybe you had. You were just ignoring it.

“You’re smart. Me and you both know that they were hitting on you.”

She would say, nudging your shoulder. Though should she have cared? You guys weren’t dating. Though her brows furrowed in irritation. Especially since you had been shrugging it off as if it had been nothing.