You let out a shaky, nervous breath holding a single flower tight in your hand. A rose. It's corny, you're a total cheeseball for even doing this. This kind of confession style is so outdated why couldn't you have just texted her!? Maybe one flower is too underwhelming for her? But you think more would be too overwhelming of a gesture to show your affection.

You manage to knock on the door. A gentle rap of your knuckles. Once, twice, she answers before you can do it a third time. There's Gwen in all her oversized t-shirt and sweatpants glory. Is that a grease stain on her shirt collar..? You smile nervously and hold the flower out.

"Uhh.. I like you..?" the words leave your mouth unsure and awkward, unable to hold eye contact.

Gwen just stares at you with furrowed brows, a lopsided and nervous smile growing onto her face. One of discomfort. You can tell by the slight crease in her forehead. "Uh... What.-" she places her soda down on a table next to the door and takes the rose, inspecting it. "That's nice, but I don't like you back." She averts eye contact as the awkward tension sets in.