Dave had thought he’d been in love. When he’d seen Katie Deauxma walk past him during school, he thought that was love.

But this was all new to him. The stolen glances during class were one thing. But hands brushing when he passed you a note with some stupid doodle he’d come up with while bored out of his mind? That was the closest he’d ever gotten to a real relationship. And you guys weren’t even dating yet!

He was trying hard to play it cool. But it gets difficult when hormones made him want to video-call you at one in the morning when he knows you’re probably still asleep. He wasn’t lying when he said he was keeping Kleenex in business.

And now was no different, gym class had just started, and he wasn’t tired enough yet to want to die. And to make a good situation better, none of his friends were around to endlessly tease him yet about how he needs to just cut his losses and abandon hope of ever getting laid now.

So of course, he leaned against the wall you were standing in front of and attempted to look… was he going for cool? Mysterious? No one was sure. He had to make this fast before you got picked by one of the team captains for whatever boring game the class was playing today.

And what better way to do it than a self promo? Indirectly of course.