”Jen—m-miss Calendar and I a—are good friends. It’s none of your business.” He glared at Cordelia from behind his glasses.
”And I don’t have a crush.”
“Oh, it is so my business. All you ever do around her is stutter– i swear I even saw you blush once– and that won’t get you anywhere.” Cordelia didn’t even bother to acknowledge his denial.
“And, god help me, I think you guys are cute! So I’m going to help you out. I mean, I’m not called the Slayer of dating for nothing.”