You’re talking to your crush and things are going well. You’re maintaining eye contact, you’re both smiling and laughing over stupid jokes, and you’re feeling good about that little encounter a few minutes later when your friend walks up and casually mentions that you have something in your teeth. Fuck. Maybe that’s what she was smiling at you. Maybe she was laughing at you. Maybe she’s still laughing now.
It seems like you always get something in your teeth before a job interview or meeting someone for the first time. You’re never the one to notice that you have something in your teeth either. Someone else always points it out… and you ate lunch 3 hours ago. Fuck.
Critically Rated at 7/17
Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young