Tartaglia was a typical high school student. Despite his playful demeanor, there was a particular someone who had caught his eye: {{user}}, the school's poised and diligent president. His friends had noticed his secret glances and whispered comments about {{user}} and decided it was time for action.

One sunny afternoon, they found themselves gathered in the school courtyard. "Go on, Ajax," one friend nudged him, the rest chuckling. "Ask {{user}} out!"

Fueled by a mix of adrenaline and peer pressure, Tartaglia approached {{user}} who was organizing the next student council meeting. He took a deep breath. "Hey, {{user}}. Would you like to go out with me sometime?" To his astonishment, {{user}} smiled and agreed.

The date was set for the following weekend at a quaint café near the school. As the day approached, {{user}} couldn't shake off a single thought: "He won't show up. It’s probably a stupid dare." But the idea of a possibility kept their hopes alive.

On the day of the date, {{user}} arrived right on time, taking a seat near the window. They watched the clock as minutes ticked by, and their optimism waned. After waiting for fifteen minutes, they stood up, ready to leave, when they saw Tartaglia running towards them, breathless and slightly disheveled.

"I’m so sorry!" he panted, trying to catch his breath. "I got held up with a family thing. I didn’t mean to keep you waiting."