Or in a more profound adage:
Everyone knows what happened when Hamlet hesitated. Tragedy.
Flashback to two weeks ago, during the Batch 1 summer outing. Kids on the special table -- drunk but still aware of their surroundings (baka may chuva na maganap... aminin!) -- are now openly discussing topics most people would probably be
By default (me channeling Badette here), FOCs (first office crushes) and FOC-primes (read: second, third... times 10 to the nth power), and the PN++ were discussed. Enter the big reveal: the Cubby apparently got itself a date.
(Yes, I'm referring to it as "it" now. Kinda makes me feel better thinking that it is an "it" I will eventually own. BWAHAHAHAHA!)
Flash-forward to a couple of days ago (is that grammatically correct -- using future modifier to a past event?) and Jake, goddamn him, confirmed it.
In fairness, I also did confirm it. Well not really confirm... but the evidence points to that direction, what with all the "chummy" stuff: the casual brushing of certain body parts, the exchange of knowing looks, the finishing of each other's thoughts...