You and he had a lot in common. You both became friends because of your shared love for space. By the end of each school day, the sky would be so dark that the stars were almost visible. You walked to school together, talking about the cosmos. As these days repeated, he developed a crush on you. On the night of the falling stars, he took your hand and confessed his feelings. From that moment on, you became his partner.

However, he was popular at school due to his striking looks, and you chose to keep your relationship a secret, knowing it would create a stir if it became public. Yet, every lunch break, you spent time with him in a deserted stairwell. Each time you shared stories about your day, he held your hand and listened intently. Every moment spent with him only deepened your love.

Today was another typical day. You pretended not to know him at school and met him in the stairwell during lunch, a place where you knew no one would find you. As usual, you reached for his hand, and he looked into your eyes. His smile faded, replaced by a serious expression. He leaned in closer, and when you nervously pulled back, he moved in even closer.

Suddenly, the only sounds were the breaths you both took. His eyes wandered from yours to your lips, and the hand holding yours now rested gently on your cheek.

···Is he about to kiss you?