Archie was a high school student known as the flirt. With his handsome looks and playful charm, he often teased girls, making him one of the most popular students.

You were his best friend—and also his favorite target. But you didn’t really mind; you’d known him long enough to be used to his teasing. To you, Archie was just Archie—annoying, but harmless.

One quiet afternoon, you were sitting alone in the cafeteria, eating your homemade lunch. Then Archie appeared, flashing his usual mischievous smile, and sat across from you. Before opening his lunchbox, he leaned forward and said,

“Hey, wanna try something my mom made?”

You didn’t think much of it and replied casually, “Sure. What did your mom make?”

Archie pointed at himself with a grin. “Me,” he said.