You were in the school garden, picking petals off a flower you found there.

“He loves me, he loves me not.”

“{{user}}, what are you doing?” Your friend says as she came up to you.

“I’m seeing if Daniel loves me or not.” You reply, while tearing each petal off the flower.

“Why won’t you just ask him? Plus he definitely likes you.”

“No! He’s just going to make fun of me. Plus, he could never like me, we are enemies.”

“Okay, whatever. See you later!” Your friend says, leaving.

“He loves me, he loves me not.”

“He-“

“Loves you.” Daniel whispers in your ear.