"Tricia it didn't work," Ike said as he sat down at their lunch table.

"What?" Karen asked, confused.

"How did it not work?" Tricia incredulously asked, "Are you really that bad at following simple instructions? There was only one this time!"

"One what?" Karen turned to Tricia seeking answers.

"I followed what you said exactly!"

"Then what happened!?"

"I don't know!" Tricia rolled her eyes and leaned back on her chair, "He just... moved out of the way?"

"He what?"

"Who?" Karen asked again.

"Firkle," Ike answered, "He just dodged me. I don't even know what happened."

"Were you guys not alone?"

"No! We were." Ike picked at his food, "I was going to drive him home. I just- he just didn't let me."

Everyone was silent for a moment.

"Oh, Ike," Karen mourned, "I'm sure he was just surprised by you being so forward."

"Tch," Tricia said, "I don't think he likes you. My strategy was flawless. If you didn't kiss him, he doesn't like you."

"Tricia!" Karen gasps, "Why are you being so mean- Ike didn't do anything wrong and-"

"No, Karen, it's okay," Ike interrupted, "She right. Why else would he move away from me?"

"He was surprised!" Karen declares, "Maybe you should try and be nice to him and really bitter him up before you try to kiss him or ask him out."

"So, just... be nice to him? I'm already nice to him."

"No, be nicer than usual."