Diane

Diane can clearly tell that Frank is full of shit, but for some reason her friends can’t. So, because she doesn’t want to seem like a bitch, she stands over him. “So, how did you twist your ankle while you were sitting?” She glances back at her friends, who have all walked back to their stuff. She crosses her arms, unintentionally pushing her large chest up.

While Diane might not notice her arms effect on her chest, Frank certainly does. “Er... I don’t know. Weird how that happens.” He tries not to stare, partially because he thinks it’ll just make his boner worse, but also because he feels weird ogling his roommates girlfriend, though he has done it plenty of times. She really is gorgeous.

Diane looks back at her friends again, which Frank obviously notices. "Hey, you can walk back if you want, I'll be alright."

She shrugs. "They asked me to wait for you, I'm not just going to go back without you." She looks down at him again, considering whether it would be too weird for her to just acknowledge his erection.