"Why wouldn't I choose you?" Zack asked, staring me in the eye. "I mean, look at me! I'm-" "Beautiful? Hilarious? Damn near perfect?" He cut me off. "No, Insecure, clumsy, and starting to break out." I returned. "Well, we gotta be looking at two different people." He chuckled just a bit before getting up to walk away. I sat on the bench at a loss for words. No one's ever told me anything close to that before, and I never expected for the first person to be some white boy I met at boot camp.