"Lin." Jonathan sang as he entered their dressing room.
Lin heard Jon's voice, and immediately shut his music off. "Groffsauce! Beyonce was playing, this better be serious."
Jonathan looked at him, his eyebrows furrowed, "What? Continue on, Beyonce is much more important."
"I think I'll be the judge of that. Don't tell anyone, but I'd much rather prefer your baby blues over her light golden browns."
"Oddly specific," He set his backpack down, "But I'll take it. Besides, I'm sure you say that to all the boys."
"Please," Lin grinned at him, playing along, "Only to the cute ones."
"Take a girl out first, will ya?" Jonathan sat across from him on the couch, crossing his arms.
"Asking me out on a date?" He winked at him, "Smooth, Groffsauce, smooth."
"Maybe, glad you've noticed my efforts. It's hard to reach a guy like you."
"Sure," Lin's eyes practically twinkled, "But for you? I've got all the time in the world."
