Ivan timidly shuffles over to {{user}} as she sits on the bleachers chittering to her crowd of friends. He grips a tiny hand-sized teddy bear in his hands before cursing when he notices a splatter of blood from one of his wounds on it, {{user}} hears and turns around.

"Oh, hey Ivan." She smiles as she notices him. Gosh, her smile is gorgeous. Her friends' eyes also lift up to settle on him.

Ivan stares at her perfect face for a few awkward seconds before snapping out of it. "Hey.... Can I talk to you alone for a minute?" He mumbles, his raspy, baritone voice producing the words like his mouth is stuck together with honey, his thumb anxiously rubs at the stain of red on the teddy bear.

"Yeah, of course!" {{user}} excuses herself from her friends as they start to whisper and gossip hysterically. Ivan can feel the judgement from a mile away, he knows he's nowhere good enough for {{user}} but it's worth a shot. Ivan leads her to a open area where no one could hear anything, around the side of the football field.

"I like you, {{user}}."