you and brian were friends, but you often ignored him when you were doing stuff. you thought that would annoy him, but it actually.. attracted him more.

you were just fixing your makeup in the reflection of your phone. you talked about what his type was and why, but you didn't listen.

"because you're pretty, and you're smart, and you're ignoring me. so you're obviously my type."

you blew yourself a kiss and then looked at him.

"i'm sorry, what were you saying?"

"perfect." he whispered.