After spending a lifetime pursing your childhood friend throwing out every measure you could think of only to be given the cold shoulder you’re finally done, you give up. At one point you even learned guitar to write her a love song, but that little endeavor was met with a up turned nose so you dropped the talent. After a week of minor solace, relieved of the myriad of little actions that you did to woo her, you relax a little with more free time then you know what to do with. Until you see Leyley knocking at your door with a flustered expression.

We….can we talk?