Your best friend has been going to you for advice lately on approaching Lucy, and you finally suggest the age old flirt practice.

You sit in front of him as he looks at you with a deadpan face. His eyebrows furrow, “You sure this gonna work…?”

You wave a hand reassuringly, “Yeah, yeah! Now start! Pretend I’m Lucy.” He sighs and nods.

This idea was stupid, and he’s not gonna take it seriously. He gives you a lopsided smile with a face that nearly looks like a grimace, “Q-qué tal, mamas?”