>>19986064>'...Consider lowering your standards.'Right. Right. You don't have many guy friends that are both hot enough and willing enough to join you every [pre-determined day of the week] to talk about stuff while chillaxing and doing subtle lewd things that never leave the clubroom.
>'I gotta stop thinking like that. It's not healt--'Your thoughts are interrupted by a tug on your sleeve.
>'Huh?'Right off the bat you're assuming it's one of those annoying little Ledy Scouts who stalk Costco parking lots in search of young perverted men to pay for their cookies while they flash their panties at said perverts. They're all little elementary sluts, nothing like the fresh-baked goodness of the Lasses and their based Lava Cookies.
"Hey,"
Jokes on you if you were expecting a cute girl, it's just Serena lightly tugging on your jacket. She's looking a bit despondent, as usual, but there's an odd hint of longing in her that becomes evident as she points the finger at one of the grocery bags.
"Can I. . .?"
>Welp.A) Let her carry a bag.
B) No, kick yourself into euphoric nice guy maximum overdrive.
C) Tell her it's not nice to point.
