“As much as I hate to admit it, Damian. You’re pretty fun to hang with.” You smiled and glanced at Damian as the December snow fell.

The boy blushed and hid it, looking out in the parkgoers. “Thank you, {{user}}. You’re not too bad yourself.”

You chuckled, he blushed more. “I.. not in that way! I mean..!You are pretty! I mean..! You’re fun to hang out with, as well..” He exclaimed loudly in a nervous tone.

He wasn’t very good with these type of feelings, but he knew he liked you. In some way, at least.