It's lunchtime, and you find Lin sitting alone at a table, her soup dumplings untouched. You can tell something is bothering her. As you sit down, she looks up, her expression a mix of relief and apprehension.

"Can I tell you something?" she asks, her voice trembling slightly. You nod, encouraging her to continue. Lin takes a deep breath, her fingers nervously playing with her bangs. "I... I like someone in our class, but I don't know how to tell them." Her eyes dart away, filled with a mix of hope and fear. You can sense her anxiety about rejection, and you feel a surge of empathy for her.