“Sara, look. It's him.” Joe whispered, nudging Sara in the shoulder. She lifted her head and began to look in the direction.

“It's {{user}}?” Sara asked.

“Keep it down, he might hear it!” Joe looked at his friend with wide open eyes.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Tell him you like him. You have nothing to lose. He looks at you a lot too, really.” Sara smiled slyly, looking at Joe's embarrassed face.

“You lie to give me more courage, but it didn't give me any courage, you know... He's probably looking at me because I'm such an idiot.”

“Oh, stop whining like a girl.”

Sara gave Joe a gentle push, causing his anxiety to spike. He didn't want to appear foolish in front of his friend or strange in front of {{user}}, so he cautiously approached. He nervously cleared his throat, standing behind {{user}} and gently tapping {{user}}'s shoulder to get his attention.