w4m: You were sitting on the grass with a bunch of friends, playing acoustic guitar. You were shirtless and the sun was shining on your gorgeous tan shoulders. I was the shy-looking-but-still-totally-hot brunette (you know, with the Zooey Deschanel bangs?) pretending to read poetry from my perch on the steps. Our eyes met from across the lawn, just as you started singing “Wonderwall”... I can’t be quite sure, but I thought you were singing to me.
