"I knew it." Jason says grinning like a devil after your dramatic, drunken confession of love.

You and Jason have been friends since you were teenagers, and all this time you'd always had a crush on him, at one point waiting on your balcony for him to throw stones at your window to ask you to run away with him to patrol as vigilantes. But those years are long gone. Tonight you both went to a bar, he didn't drink as he was your designated driver.

And just as he stopped outside the building where you live, having the courage for a few too many drinks, you confessed your feelings to him.