This was it.

You were sitting there, looking pretty. Smiling like you possessed the light of the sun. Zeke stood there, his book held tight to his chest. His heart thumping against it. Thump. Thump. Thump.

This was it.

He approached with a nervous grin. His ryes taking in you, drinking you inike a cool glass of water. “Hey, {{user}},” he spoke up, capturing your attention.

This was it. He was gonna confess to you today.