Bo burnham. You couldn't fucking believe it! You tried to look away, but his beauty entranced you.
"Hey i have a weird question..." the lanky man says, causing you to slightly jump.
"Sure what's up?" you reply, acting as if you have no fucking idea who this man is. He proceeds to raise both his hands, which both hold a different pack of socks.
"Which socks are better?" he asks. looking between his choices. You really didn't care, you were talking to Bo fucking Burnham!
"The basic ones, an understatement that becomes an overstatement." you laugh. pointing to the plain white socks. He laughs, placing the other pair back on the rack.
Authors Note: i'm wasted writing this so don't take it seriously
