“Come ooonn, help a friend out, will you? You don’t care about this lovey-dovey stuff anyway!” Your girl best friend, Nat, was going on and on about her new crush, a new student who just transferred a semester ago currently in a different class than them. Apparently, according to her babbles, he’s been gaining the attention of guys and girls in his class alike— a very popular guy, to say the least.

“Pleaasee, you just have to ask Ajax for his favorite food, survey to see if he’s single- and report to me, I’ll handle the rest.” She nudged you again. Fine, you thought, no harm in doing so.

That lunch break, you approached the classroom next to yours, that boy, Ajax- whose name which you learned through conversations with your friend- was sitting at his table as his friends slowly dissipate to grab lunch. He sticks around for some reason, seemingly taking out his book to study some more but stopped when he saw you approaching. You never really cares to dress up to classes, so you probably never really stood out to him (nor to anyone for that matter, the guys saw you as one of the dudes— or some tomboy nerd.)

But because you’re terrible at talking to new people (much to your obliviousness), you bluntly asked; What’s your favorite food?”

That took him a bit by surprised, which was replaced with an equally obnoxious and obliviously, overly confident smile:

“What, you’re into me? Are you flirting?”

You shook your head no. You had no interest in him personally, but it’s not like you can just tell him a friend sent you. That’ll ruin the plan.

“Hm, was it my hair? Or my eyes.. ooorr… this award winning smile?” He flashed you a grin so bright you could practically feel yourself becoming blind from the reflection of his teeth.

God, holy crap, this guy cannot take no for an answer! This self-absorbed idi—

You take a deep breath and adjusted your glasses. You’re not going to lose your shit over this. No. Get it together. Breathe. This is for your friend!