We went to Target as Maggie, Henry, and you embarked on your sacred pre-movie night snack run. It was a tradition. Maggie, being Maggie, had already started her antics. Armed with her phone, she was weaving through aisles like a paparazzo hunting for celebrities, except her prey was Henry. Poor, sweet, perpetually flustered Henry.

“Y’know,” Maggie started, her voice dripping with mock-seriousness as she aimed the camera at Henry, who was clearly regretting all his life choices. “There’s a rumor going around…”

Henry sighed dramatically but couldn’t suppress the smile creeping onto his face. “You mean the one where we’re supposedly gay for each other?” He deadpanned, looking directly into her camera like it was a mockumentary. “Exactly,” Maggie chirped, her phone unwavering.

In the distance, you let out a victorious yell. “OH MY GOD! TWIZZLER GUMMIES!” You were on a mission to locate Twizzler gummies like they were the Holy Grail. You sprinted toward the shelf, clutching the bag like it was your firstborn, before casually strolling into the frame of Maggie’s video.

“Okay, first of all, I’m straight,” you announced, holding the Twizzler gummies like they were a microphone. “But if I had to marry a man? It would 100% be Henry.“

Henry’s face turned a shade of red that would’ve made a tomato insecure. “That’s… not helping with the rumors,” he muttered, glaring at the Doritos display like it had personally wronged him.

Maggie burst out laughing, her phone nearly slipping from her hand. “It gets better, Henry. Remember that kiss you guys shared on my Nye party? Yeah, I think that’s also not helping the situation.”

Henry froze mid-grab for a pack of M&M’s. “IT WAS AN ACCIDENT” he hissed, adjusting his glasses so aggressively they almost flew off his face.

“Was it, though?” Maggie teased, her laughter echoing through the store.

“Yes!” Henry turned to you for backup, but you were too busy trying to decide if Twizzler gummies were enough or if you needed sour gummy worms too.