"Heh hehe, yes, I suppose insects are very cool, indeed." Lysander snorted. You were both laying in some random parked you biked to. He blushed a bit as he pushed his glasses up before looking at your gorgeous face.

He wonders he should confess to you now. No, not now. The sun should set, it would be so romantic. It would be like those perfect confessions you see in the movies. He knows you love movies. He bit his inner cheek, "So, uhh, uhm." Why is he stammering?