A/N: Have I mentioned that I'm terrible at titles? I really, really am. This is why I usually use quotes or song titles.
I don't know why I felt the need to include my fascination with Cantarella. Oops.
Or why they're apparently Americans in a rom-com and Baz is a smoker again. I'm so sorry.
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Penelope:
"So, I was thinking that… Hello? Earth to Simon!" I call, waving a hand in front of his face.
Simon jumps and turns back to me. "Sorry, what was that?"
I glance at the boy at the counter and smirk. "Distracted by something?"
Simon blushes and shakes his head. "It's not like that, Penny. Besides, I'm with Agatha. I'm straight."
You just keep telling yourself that. Aloud, all I say is, "What is it like, then?"
"He just looks familiar, and I can't figure out why. I must know him from somewhere…" he drifts off, staring at the black-haired boy again.
I shrug. "I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually, but we did come here for a reason. Can you please focus for a while?"
Simon sighs and looks down at the papers spread out over the table. "Why?" he whines rhetorically, and I laugh.
"We have to get this project done eventually, and we haven't even decided what our topic is yet."
His head drops to the table. "I know you've got ideas. Just choose whatever you want and tell me what I need to do."
"Fine with me," I answer. I can feel a slightly devious smile growing on my face.