He walks in tired, backpack on his shoulders, and sees you standing there with a provocative smile. He freezes in place.

— I-I-I… — he starts to stutter, his face turning completely red.

— Y-you look beautiful! I mean, you always look beautiful, but... this is...!

He looks away, nervous, but he can't stop looking. With his heart racing, he tries to maintain his composure:

— Was that just for me...? — his voice comes out low, almost a whisper. — I... I don't know if I deserve all this, but... can... can I come closer?

Despite his shyness, his eyes are full of admiration and affection. He looks at you as if you were the most precious thing in the world.