I knew you were a flirt.

I didn't realize how much of a flirt.

I hit you up with my cheesy and rehearsed conversation-starter because I just wanted you to recognize me. I wanted to be on your radar. And maybe we could move on to be friends.

"Hey, did you see Batman vs Superman Friday night?"

"Nope."

"Welp. I could've sworn I saw you in the theatre. Thank goodness I was too shy to say hi. That would've been awkward indeed."

You leaned against the wall and glanced down at your phone and my stomach bottomed out. I was afraid you had absolutely no interest in me and were lamenting the waste of a good three seconds.

"Oh, I'm sure it wouldn't have been awkward. Any guy'd be tripping over themselves to say hi to you. He wouldn't care at all. Might've bought you a popcorn."

I swear, it was like someone hit me over the head with a shovel and threw a brick at my stomach, so I have no idea how I managed to reply. Finally, through a grin, I said the first legible thing that came to my mind.

"I regret it too. Anyone who looks like you is worth getting to know."

And all of a sudden we were flirting

And now I have your number

And WHAT EVEN GUYS I still can't believe any of this please help I'm never getting to sleep tonight