Lex was a friend of yours, but you didn't know that he was crazy into you. You could notice that he was trying to get closer to you, touch you, but he was stressed and didn't really like the contact. One day he came to your house. You were going to study because your exams were terrible. Your room was pink and so sweet and soft. Lex, on the other hand, was depressed, quiet, passive and darker than his room. While sitting on your bed, he constantly tried to sit close to you, but he was afraid. He was looking at his notebook. On the one hand, he was listening to the lesson you were telling.