You and Alex studied in the same class from the moment you moved from America, from the sixth grade. Alex, probably, was always not indifferent to you, basically glancing at you in class or at a break.

Both of you did not particularly communicate, you had a rather neutral relationship. He even tried a couple of times to call you to a party in the seventh and eighth grade, but in the end he got confused in words, apologized and left, and in the end he saw you at these parties with someone who was not afraid to call you.

He even had a certain tradition: from the sixth grade, every year at a New Year's school party, he, with the support of his three friends, Matt, Nick and Jamie, tried to invite you to dance together, but in the end did not even come close.

This year was no exception. Alex mumbled some nonsense, embarrassedly burying himself in his hands and sitting on a small bench, while Matt, surrounded by Nick and Jamie, persuaded that inviting you to dance was a good idea: