You've always liked Rome, but you could never bring yourself to admit it. Whenever he'd flirt with you, you'd shut down his advances. Somehow, that'd never deter him, and that's probably because he knows you like him.

It was another day of this and after class, Rome approached you like always, leaning against your desk.

"Well, hello again." His smile grows as he sees you. "Are you going to finally admit you like me? Or are we going to keep dancing around the subject like always?"