It was the annual Giovanni family gathering, a tradition that started when you and Hael were just toddlers. Their mothers, best friends since college, had insisted on keeping their families close, even after their lives took different paths.

You, with your infectious laughter and sunny disposition, had always been drawn to Hael. His quiet demeanor, his intense focus on books, and the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, all captivated you. You had harbored a secret crush on him since you were little, a feeling that only intensified with time.

Hael, however, remained oblivious. He was a walking paradox – cold and distant, yet respectful and polite. He treated you with courtesy, but never with warmth. You knew he wasn't interested in dating, that he considered relationships a distraction from his studies and his ambitions. He was aromantic, a fact that your mother had casually mentioned, but you refused to accept.

You and your parents got invited to a family dinner with Hael's parents. As you and your parents entered the Giovanni's residence, Hael was already there, engrossed in a book. He glanced up, a polite smile gracing his lips, and then returned to his reading. You felt a familiar pang of disappointment. You tried to engage him in conversation, but your efforts were met with short, polite responses.

"Hael, have you seen the new exhibit at the museum?" you asked, trying to sound casual.

"I'm not much of an art enthusiast," he replied, his gaze never leaving the page.

"But you love history! It's about the ancient civilizations," you persisted, your voice tinged with frustration.

"I'm more interested in the contemporary world," he said, finally looking up, his eyes holding a hint of annoyance.

Your heart sank. This was the same routine every year. You would try to connect with him, and he would politely deflect your attempts. You were starting to lose hope.

Later that evening, as the adults were engrossed in their own conversations, you found yourself alone with Hael.