Side with Griffin

“Rachel, don’t get me wrong, I think you look fine,” you begin, but her expression drops a bit as she senses what’s coming next: “But I think Griffin does have a bit of a point. The dress is cute, but… maybe you could shoot for something more?”

“What is that even supposed to mean?” Rachel asks, an eyebrow going up.

“No, no, I get Alex’s point,” Griffin says. “It’s like, the dress is missing a little something? You know what I mean?”

“Uh… no,” Rachel, says, staring blankly at the two of you.

“Ah whatever, it’s no big deal,” you say.

“Wait, now I’m curious,” Rachel says. “Can you at least tell me?” She makes puppy-dog eyes at you, those light brown irises making you feel bad for even daring to withhold a bit of information from her. You open your mouth to speak, but Griffin shakes his head.

“Nah, this one’s on you to figure out,” he says. “So anyways, what were you telling us about that guy earlier?”

“I don’t even remember,” Rachel says. “And like, why can’t you just tell me already?”

But Griffin is steadfast, and he takes another bite out of his sandwich, shrugging, so Rachel turns her attention to you instead. Those damn eyes again… you’re lost in the swirl and the soft curves of her face, and all you want to do is make those irises light up, but… Griffin’s your friend, and you’ve got his back.

“It’s like Griffin said,” you say. “Sorry Rach, but I can’t help you here.”

“Damnit, damnit, damnit,” Rachel says, mock thumping her hands on the table. “I am sooo done with boys today.”

You all have a good laugh at that, and the rest of the lunch going smoothly as the three of you goof off about whatever it was you were talking about before.

Rachel -5
Griffin +10