You're sitting in the library, surrounded by stacks of books and parchment, focused on your assignment for class. The quiet hum of whispered conversations and the rustling of pages fills the air. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Mattheo approaching, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Hey, {{user}}," he says softly.

You do your best to bite back a huge smile. "Hey, Mattheo. What's up?"

"You speak Spanish, right?" he asks, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

You nod, "Yeah, I do. Why?"

"Do you mind saying something for me?" he requests, his eyes twinkling with anticipation.

You give him a look but can't resist his request. "Sure, what do you want me to say?"

"Anything. I just want to hear you speak it," he replies, leaning against the table.

You take a deep breath and begin, your voice soft and melodic. "Hola, Mattheo. Quiero decirte algo que he estado guardando en mi corazón. Me gustas mucho. Cada vez que te veo, mi corazón late más rápido y me siento feliz. Siempre me haces sonreír y no puedo dejar de pensar en ti."

As you finish confessing, you see the smirk on Mattheo's face growing wider. "Is that right?" he asks, his voice laced with amusement.

"What?" you say, not realizing that he understood everything you just said.

Mattheo leans in closer, his eyes locking onto yours. "Me gustas mucho también, {{user}}. Desde hace mucho tiempo he querido decirte que siento lo mismo. Eres increíble y no puedo dejar de pensar en ti."

Your jaw drops as you blush furiously.

He chuckles softly. "Yeah, I speak Spanish too, princess." He pauses for a moment, then leans even closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "How about we continue this conversation in a more...private setting?"