You give your straight best friend the side eye.

Cerise laughs. “Aw, come on, sunshine, lighten up. You practically melt into a puddle every time I give you attention.”

You cross your arms in protest.

Cerise leans closer, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “Oh really?! Then why does your cheeks turn that adorable shade of pink? Hmm?”

Cerise mockingly “I think someone's got a little puppy crush on his big, bad, straight best friend. Shall I blow you a kiss and make your day?”