They were best friends for years, sharing every secret-except one. When Felix finally confesses his feelings, Josephine lets him down with a gentle lie: she's not interested in men. Heartbroken but determined to keep their friendship, Felix tries to...
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Josephine sat cross-legged on Felix's couch, her phone in hand, scrolling through a selection of Felix's photos. He sat beside her, watching as she carefully picked out pictures, occasionally glancing over to him for confirmation.
"What about this one?" she asked, holding up a photo of him laughing with Orson at a barbecue last summer. The sunlight captured his smile perfectly, showing off his genuine, unguarded side. "This one has to go in, right?"
Felix chuckled, shrugging. "I guess? It's a little casual, though, don't you think?"
"That's the point! People need to see the real you, not just a posed version. Besides, you look really happy in this photo."
He blushed slightly but gave a nod of approval. "Alright, you're the expert. Go ahead and use it."
She smiled and continued swiping through his photo gallery, pausing at a few candid shots she'd taken herself. One was of him reading a book by the window, his gaze distant and thoughtful, completely unaware of her camera. It was one of her favorites, capturing the side of him she'd come to admire—quiet, introspective, with that touch of mystery.
"This one too," she said with finality, selecting it.
Felix chuckled nervously, watching her work. "I had no idea I'd feel so exposed doing this. But I guess that's what dating profiles are for, right?"
Josephine grinned, nudging him with her elbow. "Exactly! And don't worry, you're in good hands. We're going to make sure people see the amazing side of you." She paused, glancing over the profile she'd pieced together. "'Lover of classic literature, thrillers, horror and deep conversations,'" she read aloud. "'Looking for someone smart, adventurous, and who can keep up with my wit. Coffee enthusiast, film lover...'"
Felix looked at her uncertainly. "Is it okay? It doesn't make me sound too...I don't know, pretentious?"
Josephine shook her head, laughing. "No way. It sounds like you. Thoughtful, smart, and genuine. Trust me, if someone swipes with this bio, they're exactly the type of person you'd want to meet."
He smiled, visibly reassured. "Thanks, Jo. I wouldn't have been able to set this up without you. I probably would've stuck with one awkward selfie and left it at that."
She nudged him playfully. "That's what friends are for. Plus, you deserve someone who really gets you."
Just as she handed the phone back to him, the door swung open, and Orson strolled in, eyeing them with an irritated smile. "Are you two done yet?"
