You've been dating Harry on the sly for a few months now. You've been seeing each other in secret, escaping the curious glances and rumors that always circulate too quickly at school. He's the popular guy, the captain of the soccer team, the one everyone knows and admires. But you've noticed lately that he seems to want to show the world what you mean to each other. Sometimes he tells you, in hushed tones, that it bothers him that he can't hold your hand in public.

The morning has just ended, and you find yourself with your friends in front of the school, laughing and chatting as usual. And then you see him, Harry, heading straight for you. Before you can even understand what's happening, he approaches you and, with a tender gesture, places his lips on your temple. Your heart races. Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he asks you, loud enough for your friends to hear: “Would you like to eat with us for lunch? My mates and I would love to have you with us.”