Bear couldn’t stop looking at you at trivia night. The way you laughed and made jokes, teasing Ian and him. How your long brown hair looked red under the neon lights of the dive bar. His fingers tapped on the sticky wooden tabletop, his eyes fixed on your smiling mouth. He blushed slightly, feeling like a creep. He was going to ask you out tonight but just being in your presence made him to nervous to even think of that. You probably just saw him as a brother. You’d hate him, he thought. Overthinking every scenario where he told you how he felt.