"Travis?" Cohen sounded wholly unimpressed and accompanying the tone was a look that said much of the same, "All my homies hate Travis." He shrugged, big and animated, "Technically I was trying to jump in on Kenya's love life and we all know I was stupid in love okay." He put his hands up in surrender for a moment, there wasn't anything he could do about what he did other than own that he'd done it and never do something so selfish again. "Yes! Okay! Lets do this!" Cohen bounced up and down while shaking his hands out like an athlethe hyping themself up before a race then he took off running in the opposite direction a few feet away and remained with his back facing Willow's. One more deep breath and then Cohen turned around, his face and whole demeanor relaxed as he strolled up and to Willow, "Hey, we don't know each other right? I'm Cohen." He told her and held out his hand, "Not to take up too much of your time, but since you took my breath away I thought maybe if I got a chance to talk to you for a little bit we could call it even."
"Yeah, you would have hated him," she laughed, but there were no lingering emotions in any direction. It was simply the past, for better or worse. "You in love is pretty dangerous as far as I've seen so maybe you would be a weapon on Love Island..." Willow got it, even if she didn't agree with it all from a moral standpoint, but she knew he never would have done anything if it weren't coming from a place of well meaning. Given her introverted demeanour sometimes all she could do was shake her head and laugh under her breath at how animated Cohen could be, that moment no exception as she watched him psych himself up. Getting herself into character, she put on a pout like she was inflated with lip filler, and shook his hand, "Are you asthmatic? Why can't you breathe?"















