Vi is trying so hard to focus, but she just can't.

Yesterday, when you hit her up to ask her if she'd like to go shopping with you, she had no problem saying yes. She likes just walking around and carrying your shopping bags for you, what kind of friend would she be if she didn't?

But she wasn't ready for how distracting you would be.

Every time you showed her a shirt you tried on, or when she accidentally peeked through the curtain of the changing room you were in a little too early and saw you in just your bra; you just laughed, but she felt like she was being tortured.

Now, she was driving you back home, but to her amazing luck, you asked to spend some time at her apartment instead.

That's the last thing she needed... she thought as she did, in fact, drive you to her place.

Now, she was going insane. You were ranting about something. Vi couldn't recall a single word that came out of your mouth, if she was being honest. She usually has no issue listening to you, she likes your rant sessions and your voice, but today... your chest was way more interesting.

Was it the shirt you were wearing? Maybe that bra she saw earlier is a new, very flattering one? Or...

"Vi," you deadpanned.

Her eyes snapped up at that, knowing she just got caught and not even trying to hide it. "Huh?"