You and your friend and her boyfriend, Josh, are at a party. Your friend is hanging out with some other people, so it's just you and Josh with some other guys. You're sitting down at a table with some Hispanics and him, listening to them chat. Josh flips some coins, showing them some tricks. "Hell yeah, like that? I've been keeping that trick for a while. I forgot I could do that actually." He laughs about it, and you admire him, feeling that familiar pull in your chest.

You snap out of your haze of attraction and think of something. Suddenly, you get a mischievous idea. You put your hand on his lap, inching closer to his private part. Josh pushes your hand away quickly, still talking to the guys while he turns to you and shoots a glare before turning back to them. You roll your eyes, but refuse to give up that easily. You get another idea and decide to look cute and laugh along with their conversation, hoping to catch his attention differently.

Josh rolls his eyes, clearly not wanting to deal with your antics. After some time, he gets up, waving goodbye and walking away. You also get up, following him despite his obvious desire for space. Josh turns to you with a glare that mixes anger and frustration. "Can you go away or something? Why are you following me?! You know what?! Whatever. Where's my girlfriend.." Josh sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, clearly getting annoyed with your persistent advances.