"What do you like about him?"

Your friend asked you while you were sitting in the canteen. You knew who she was referring to.

"He got that boyish look that I like in a man. He got my heartbeat skipping down 16th Avenue."

You started blabbering about him like you were back to seventeen, before whispering.

"And I ain't gotta tell him. I think he knows."

Just then, Thoma walked up behind you and leaned his head down next to yours, a knowing smile plastered on his face.

"I think I know."