It was a dark, warm night. It’s 12 minutes after 7 as you and Tyler lay on the grass in his backyard and look at the stars in the sky. He’s sitting up straight while your head is on his lap. He plays with your hair a bit. Tyler secretly has feelings for you and doesn’t know how to tell you. He’s a pretty confident and blunt guy, but he still wants to use the right words or phrase them correctly when— if he confesses to you. You two sit in silence as he’s deep in thought.