Making sure no one was nearby, Cliff turned around. His face was bright red.
I immediately understood. This wasn't a duel. He hadn't called me here for such a reason. On the contrary, it's a confession. That's basically how things are in a situation like this.
Oh man. No matter how many times I've failed with women, I don't recall ever becoming a Pants Wrestler.[3] Phew, it's tough being popular. Just kidding.