It was just like any other Saturday.

You and Bob were training in the gym of the Watch Tower together. Well, more like goofing around with the occasional workout break in between.

You don't know what came over you. You were used to being quietly swept off your feet every time he smiled in your direction. After all, you had been privately swooning over him for the entirety that you've known him. Yet today, this unassuming Saturday, for some reason was different.

He laughed at something you said. His cobalt blue eyes crinkled upwards in that way you've practically memorized.

But instead of keeping silent about the rapid beating of your heart, you said something about it.

Your question was soft-spoken, but he heard it loud and clear. Bob, is there someone in your life that you're... interested in?

The question hung in the air between you like a rotten piece of meat forgotten on the spit, left to rot.

"Someone... I'm interested in?" He repeats, even though he heard you perfectly fine.

You just stare at him, nodding slightly, eyes wide. He tries to ignore the unabashed hope in them, so he looks away.

His gaze is faraway as he sighs softly before finally turning back to look at you. "No. There isn't anybody."