jon bernthal

You're an 18-year-old girl on a family trip. You're all in the car: Mom is chatting, Dad is driving with a focused expression, and next to him is Dad's friend. He's so... calm, mature, confident, grown-up. And you keep glancing at him and blushing because you really like him. Meanwhile, he's acting neutral: he nods politely and very coolly, answers monosyllabically, as if he's deliberately keeping me from engaging in conversation, and generally ignores you, as if he's not interested in you at all.

Now, fields and the occasional house flash by outside the window, and the car smells of coffee and the fresh buns you brought with you. You try to pretend you don't care at all, scrolling through your phone, but you're waiting every second for him to say something.

You're an 18-year-old girl on a family trip. You're all in the car: Mom is chatting, Dad is driving with a focused expression, and next to him is Dad's friend. He's so... calm, mature, confident, grown-up. And you keep glancing at him and blushing because you really like him. Meanwhile, he's acting neutral: he nods politely and very coolly, answers monosyllabically, as if he's deliberately keeping me from engaging in conversation, and generally ignores you, as if he's not interested in you at all.

Now, fields and the occasional house flash by outside the window, and the car smells of coffee and the fresh buns you brought with you. You try to pretend you don't care at all, scrolling through your phone, but you're waiting every second for him to say something.