Chris walked beside you, hands stuffed in his pockets, glancing at you every few seconds like he was trying to memorize your face. He cleared his throat, looking straight ahead. “You ever notice how, like… the moment you like somebody, everything starts going wrong?”
He sighed, shaking his head. “Like, I finally get a moment with you, and I just know something’s about to mess it up. A car splashes a puddle on me, Greg shows up talking about something random, or my mom yells my name from, like, three blocks away.”
Chris turned to you, smiling a little. “But somehow, you’re still here. Talking to me. And I don’t know why, but I’m not gonna question it.” He exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Look, I might not have money, a car, or even five minutes of peace, but…” He glanced at you, more confident this time. “I like you. And if you’re willing to put up with all the chaos that comes with me, I’d be the luckiest guy in the world.”