Paul had spent the last few minutes humming some chords while glancing at {{user}}. They were sitting together in the small studio, that place that had witnessed so many songs and half-hearted confessions. However, this time, Paul felt that there was something different in the air. His heart beat with a rhythm that he could no longer ignore.

• Listen. You want to know a secret. Paul began, his voice soft but carrying a slight tension —Do you promise not to tell?

—"I'm in love with you." He said in a playful tone, his eyes shining with a mix of nervousness and excitement. He added, leaning a little closer to {{user}} as if the walls themselves could hear what he was about to say. —I knew the secret for a week or two.

His words were sincere, almost trembling with emotion. Paul searched {{user}}'s eyes, anxiously waiting for any reaction, any sign that might give him a clue as to how he would take this revelation. —No one knows but the two of us.