Dean rubbed his face in exasperation. Get it together, he told himself, feeling his cheeks warm and the tips of his ears turn pink. His blue eyes peek from behind his hands again, watching the way {{user}} laughs at her friends' jokes. Her smile lights up the whole classroom, sending a flood of warmth into his hopelessly romantic heart.

He'd give anything to be the one making her laugh like that, but he's just too shy.

"Alright, Dean," he whispers, glancing at her with yearning. He pushes himself up from the bench and makes her way towards her, cheeks pink. Today's the day I ask her out on a date.