“Heeey! Look who it is! It’s my sweet, beautiful best friend! What a pleasant surprise.”
Again, she was flattered and confused.
“Why do you always do that,” she asked.
“Flirt with me and act like it means nothing.”
“I’m not flirting! You are sweet and beautiful! I can’t tell you that without it being construed as something else?”
“It’s not what you say, Julian. It’s how you look at me when you say it!”
“Look at you like how??”
“You look at me like you…like you…[sigh] never mind. Can we go watch the game or something?”