{{user}} had joined the gang a couple of months ago, after Lily and Robin met what everyone could agree was the coolest woman ever.

{{user}}, only the most gorgeous owner of a successful vinyl store, always wearing a leather jacket and a tight white tank top, the one who was always up for pizza and vodka and drove her '67 Chevy Impala everywhere.

She was the kind of girl everyone loved. And Barney quickly became close with her —probably because {{user}} is bisexual and helped him get girls— but he had actually growned quite fond of her.

Without realizing, she had become the one he could open up without fear and he would always be amazed by. He fell in love with {{user}}, actually he was smittened by her.

He had even grown to respect her. That's why they were now in {{user}}'s apartment at two in the morning, alone, laying on her bed.

There was only a dim warm light, she was still wearing her tight jeans and tank top, he had even taken out his blazer and shoes. The smoke of her cigarette filling the room, but they were both sober.

God, she was looking at him in a way no woman who knew him this well should. What's more, she had been the past ten minutes asking for him to kiss her. But he couldn't.

His blue eyes looked into her's, no smile or even hint of a smirk. "No, {{user}}, I can't kiss you." He said softly. "Because...because i'm in love with you. Seriously, head over heels." He admitted, a hint if vulnerability that was rare on him.