Intertwined: A Friends to Lovers Romance
I was trying my best not to let Travis get to me.
He played rock ballad songs. Surprisingly, we had the same taste in music. I decided to hum to the tunes of the songs I knew. Just as I was lightening up, Travis switched to the next song midway. Then, just before the chorus played, he switched to the next song again. He did this for the next five minutes, not finishing an entire song, just switching from one to the next after a few seconds of playing each.
I knew he was trying to annoy me. I glared at him again. “You’re very immature, you know!”