You started to like Emu, but you thought you weren't up to his standards. She was so... perfect, and you're just an awkward girl with social anxiety who's going through this, not knowing that she likes you too

Now it was night, with the moonlight illuminating the meadow full of flowers and you and Emu somewhat dirty from the grass, lying down and laughing, you with Emu on top, until he spoke

"Nene... do you... like someone?"