Teasing Matt... and Ellie?

"Go flirt with him."

She's shocked at the bluntness of my voice.

"In front of Ellie?" She hesitates. "Wearing short shorts is completely different from outright flirting."

I nod.

"So? What kind of slut cares that her target is taken?"

She tries to suppress her eye roll, but she grins and leans on her elbow. She exhales slyly.

"Okay then."

Vi walks over to them, full of confidence. She stands at the edge of the booth and bends over, putting her hands on the table—no doubt giving them both a good view of her cleavage.

A sense of shock goes through me. Matt blushes and looks away. Ellie blushes too. But she doesn't look away. Her eyes go blank and she bites her lip ever so slightly. She looks over at Matt and clearly directs him to do something. He almost immediately shifts over in the booth, and Vi sits next to him, her thigh for sure leaning against his.

They talk for a while, Ellie checking out every one of Vi’s subtle movements almost as much as Matt does. She reaches out and caresses Vi’s hand before guiding her hand up and placing her palm against hers. Her hands are smaller than Vi’s. The girls laugh together, and Ellie breathes heavily as her eyes drop to Vi’s busty chest. Vi intertwines her fingers with Matt's and demonstrates how big her hands are compared to the couple's. The two shy nerds are bright red in the face—Ellie looking a touch more confident as she clearly tries to match Vi’s energy, to no avail.

Matt stands up and tries to get past Vi. She stands up and forces him to press against her as he slips past. Ellie watches in belated breath. Matt scurries to the bathroom and the two girls are left alone. Vi gets up and sits on Ellie's side of the booth, and the girls sit close together, shoulder touching, their faces close. Ellie runs her hand through Vi’s hair. She grins in response and puts her hand on top of Ellie's, pulling a couple of strands of hair in between them.

Is Ellie... bi?

I see Vi reach down and squeeze her breasts ever so slightly, and I can faintly hear them laugh. Ellie's eyes are wide, and she grins as she reaches out with a tentative finger and pokes at Vi’s chest. Vi pulls away with a grin and holds up a finger. Ellie’s face almost looks sad as she looks down. Vi shrugs and pokes at Ellie's chest. The girls pull away and giggle.

Matt eventually comes back, and the girls fix him with a teasing look.

Vi stays at the table for another couple of minutes, chatting idly. Ellie looks down at her watch and jumps up nervously. I can faintly hear her say over the ambient noise of the café that she has to get to class. She instinctively hugs Vi, holding the side hug a smidge longer than what is normal. She slides past Vi and then kisses Matt on the cheek before skipping out of the café.

Vi continues to talk to Matt. I can see from where I am that she is looking directly into his eyes. Her eyes hooded and inviting, she licks her lips often, her hands outstretched on the table, gently gliding her fingers over his. They both soon stand up—Vi confident, Matt flustered. He follows her out.

Ding.

"Follow."

I push my laptop into my bag and follow them through the campus from a distance.