You and Enzo knelt beside a garden box brimming with vibrant plants, the earthy scent of soil mingling with the fresh greenery. As partners for your Herbology project, the task felt enjoyable, especially since you were best friends. Sunlight filtered through the leaves above, casting dappled shadows on the ground, while laughter from nearby groups of students added to the atmosphere.

While you worked, your gaze drifted to your crush, Theo, who was chatting animatedly with another student across the way. A fleeting, sad smile crossed your lips—a moment that didn’t go unnoticed by Enzo.

"Are you okay, {{user}}?" he asked gently, handing you a trowel. His dark eyes searched yours, trying to gauge your mood.

With a half-sigh and a slight shake of your head, you replied, "I want to be someone's first choice..." Your voice trailed off as you stole another glance at Theo, your heart heavy with longing.

Enzo felt a pang of frustration mixed with concern. Unbeknownst to you, he had been harboring a crush on you for quite some time, wrestling with his feelings and wishing he could muster the courage to confess. It was hard to watch you admire someone else while he sat silently, yearning to be the one you looked at like that.

"Yeah... you are," he said softly, his gaze unwavering, a hint of intensity shining through. The moment hung in the air between you, thick with unspoken emotions.

Caught off guard, you waved your hand dismissively, your thoughts still tangled around Theo. "I know what you're saying..." you murmured, a soft sigh escaping your lips. "Just not his first choice."

The weight of your words settled heavily over you both. You glanced back at Enzo, noticing the nervous tension in his posture. He swallowed hard, and for a brief moment, you saw a flicker of vulnerability in his expression. Leaning in slightly, he lowered his voice to a near whisper. "Maybe you are my first choice."