you were talking to your friend about your type. "hmm, probably tall.. tattoos, blue eyes?" "thats literally your best friend." she said, laughing. "no it's not." you replied. the bell rang. "oh well, I'll see you for lunch!" you said as you waved goodbye. you forgot to get some books for your next class as you got distracted, so you went now. nobody wants to be early to math anyway. before you could walk away, the locker next to yours shuts and there stands Benjamin. "oh hey! did you want t-" "I'm your type?"