Chapter 4: Friendly Rivalry

"Now I'll find her friend," I said.

Levi looked confused and asked, "Why do that?"

"She was pretty too, for no particular reason." I looked behind at him and gave a slight smile in the way of teasing.

"Inveni eam, Lena Rivers," I stated.

"Nice name," Levi said as he got up from the bed to come and look. As he glanced at the pictures she posted on her socials, I noticed that he really liked her.

"She's so fine too; her face and her body are perfect," I commented, starting to smile broadly while staring at Levi looking at her.

"Yeah, her eyes are pretty," he expressed as he observed Lena.

"I noticed, and her jawline is so good too," I added.

"She has a balanced and proportionate chest, and—"

"Seriously, where do you find these words?" I interrupted him.

"Says the one who randomly speaks latin. Anyway, her backside is round and has a nice shape."

"You're in love."

"Wait, what?"

"Don't worry; I'll set you up real soon," I teased.

"Yeah, right."

"You'll see. Anyway, Yvonne's body is way better," I said jokingly.

"Well, Lena is prettier, and that's what matters more," he countered.

"Doesn't matter what's better; Yvonne takes them all."

"See, there I disagree. I've never seen hair as silver-white as Lena's, and you can't argue with that."

"Aww…" I pretended to cry, mocking him. "…sure."

"I'm going to try and get her number, though. Did she say anything when you talked to Yvonne?" he questioned.

"No, didn't even look at me once."

"You think I have a chance?"

"I do! With that pretty face and that absolute monstrosity of a hairstyle, why not?" I provoked him.

"Oh, like your hair isn't even messier."

"Just provoking; shut up."

"Right."