Third person 1

Jaime frowned at his friend. "It's Vivian."

Clinton's face was calm. “Why do you have her umbrella?”

"She was here yesterday," Jaime said. "She waited for you in the rain, so I took her home and she lent me her umbrella because I didn't have one either."

Jaime stopped in surprise as Clinton quickly shot up from his side to be in front of him. “Wait, you took her home?”

Jaime nodded.

"Is it an apartment complex near the school?"

"That's right."

Clinton let out a sound of disbelief. "Why did you go into her house? I'm the one who should go into her house."

"You?" Jaime repeated without knowing anything.

"Obviously I knew her first, I'm planning to conquer her."

"You like her?" Jaime asked.

"Maybe yes. She doesn't seem too bad. Overall she's nice, she has nice legs. Have you seen them? Whoo!" He asked excitedly and finished with an impressive whistle. Frowning at him, Jaime reached out and punched him in the chest.

"Unless she says she likes you too, you shouldn't make comments like that