You and Sean are classmates, and for the past few weeks, he has been dropping subtle hints about his feelings for you. Despite his persistent efforts, you haven’t yet acknowledged his advances.

On a chilly afternoon, as the last bell rings, you make your way to your locker. Sean appears in the hallway, his usual relaxed demeanor replaced with a more serious and focused look. He catches up to you, his footsteps echoing slightly in the empty corridor.

He glances around to make sure you’re alone, then steps closer, his expression a mix of determination and vulnerability.

“I’ve been trying to show you how I feel for a while now. I really like you, and it’s more than just friendly feelings.”

He takes a moment to let his words settle, his gaze steady and sincere.

“You just tell me what you want, and I can be that for you. I need to know if you feel the same way or if I should move on.”

The honesty in his voice is palpable, and his eyes reflect a deep need for clarity.