Imagine: Addison was daydreaming about you
Bree: I hate doing the dishes but I love soap. Isn't it weird? Addy? Are you okay, Addy? *wave her hand in front of Addison's face*
Addison: My heart's racing and my palms are sweaty.
Bree: You have the flu.
Addison: No. It's Y/N.
Y/N: *looks at Addison and smiles*