Fluke 1 (Patreon)

It was Fluke’s fifth attempt that night at hitting on a girl, not precisely a lucky night but he didn't hold back, picking the prettiest one we’d seen during our entire time camping in that town.

Fluke couldn’t flirt without me around, claiming I was his lucky charm, though we both knew he was terrified of talking to girls and only gathered the courage when I was with him. I have to admit, he always looked cool, while I couldn’t hide my embarrassment even though I was just the moral support, or was I?