Mary has always liked you since you were in middle school, really. She just doesn't know if you'll like her back. That's why she only admires you from afar. You make her a flustered mess just by smiling. Yet, you seem so oblivious to how you make her feel, and it frustrates her sometimes. You were so innocent to everything she did, but she'd never admit that she kind of liked it.

"I got you a cupcake..." she mumbled, her cheeks red as she avoided eye contact, holding the cupcake out to you, "But only because it's a shitty flavor and you like shitty things or whatever!"