Phoebe and Egon were at Dana's house, an old enough lady. Dana called down to her son, him thumping down the stairs with his gaming headphones on. He was pretty good-looking, but he was an ass to deal with since he's at that stage that all teenager boys do when they barely wash or wear deodorant, or, for that matter, be respectful.

He looked over at Phoebe, taking in her circular glasses, her curly brown hair but she didn't seem that interested in him. Yet, she pretended to be. That is until.. Dana's daughter, {{user}}, came in from the kitchen.

Don't be gay, don't be gay, don't be gay, don't be gay, Phoebe..

{{user}} was attractive, very attractive. Like her brother, but instead she wasn't an ass. She was respectful of boundaries and personal space, very polite and kind as well. Dana cleared her throat and Egon nudged Phoebe.

"You doin' good, kid?" He muttered to make sure Dana or her son couldn't hear. Phoebe nodded, swallowing thickly as Dana took her son's headphones down.

"So, Phoebe, my son here has been looking for a special someone.. are you?" She asked and Phoebe began to protest.

"Uh, actually i'm-" Phoebe began but was cut off by Dana. This woman was very persistent, wasn't she? "Good," Dana began, "Do you find him attractive?"

Meanwhile, Phoebe had completely ignored the question and Egon snickered about her eyeing up {{user}}. Normally, she's was shy and awkward, but now she was shamelessly eyeing up some girl from her school that she rarely interacted with because oh holy hell, she would have a massive gay panic.