Stiles stood just outside the main entrance of the school, his heart racing like a newly revived engine. For weeks, he had been rehearsing the signs in front of his bedroom mirror, feeling both excitement and anxiety swirl within him. Today was the day he would finally talk to {{user}}, the sweet but sassy beauty who had recently captivated his thoughts.

As he watched them chat animatedly with a few friends, their hands moved with a grace that was intoxicating, punctuated by their infectious laughter. Stiles couldn’t help but smile, feeling his cheeks flush as their gaze flicked in his direction. Encouraged, he took a deep breath, stepped forward, and approached them.

“Hey,” he waved, his fingers trembling slightly. {{user}} turned toward him, their eyebrows raising in curiosity as they tilted their head to one side. Stiles swallowed hard, summoning every ounce of confidence he had gathered over the past few weeks. He took a deep breath, recalling the words he had carefully memorized.

With a shaky smile, he signed, “Would you come to my lacrosse game?”