Amy

He wore denim jeans, embroidered upon them were tiny little gymnasts dancing. It was remarkable.

'Heather. He has got style.' I whispered, shaking enthusiastically. She tilted her head up. 'Hmm...' She obviously wasn't as enthusiastic as I was about this guy.

'Make?' I quickly asked him, admiring them.

'Armani.' He smirked. 'Though I did the embroidering myself.' He added. 

'Impressive.' I whispered. He looked at me.

'Your clothing doesn't look designer.' I fell silent.

'I sort of... Uh... I'm the designer of what I'm wearing.' I snorted, looking down.

'Impressive.' He grinned, looking me up and down.

Steve

I hope this girl wasn't attracted by me in anyway because then she would have to find out about my boyfriend...

'I have a boyfriend...' I explained to her.

'And?' A silence broke after that. She wasn't attracted to me after all.

'I'm Steve.' I smiled, breaking the silence.

'Amy.' She replied, shaking my hand. 

We had a bond, like we had an unbreakable chain between us. Something that would start a long-lasting friendship...