You were a bit puzzled by the person standing in front of you. Not only had he purposely blocked your path but he had his hair styled upwards in the most ridiculous way. To make it worse, he had a weird grin on his face that gave you the creeps. Either way, it didn’t seem like he would budge until you listened to him. Urgh, Annoying. Total waste of time I could spend on rotation with sword boys, you thought uncharitably.
With a sigh, you took out your ear plugs. The soothing croon of Anberlin’s Dance Dance Christa Paffgen was replaced by the sounds of people, honking cars and rustling leaves. If anything, your actions made him grin even wider. You barely repressed the shudder it gave you. Still, you made an effort to listen.
“Oh, hey. You can hear me now. So tell me, does your father play football?”
“Err, no. Why?”
“Because you scored a goal in my heart