Marco pondered over the revelation for a few moments before deciding to confront {{user}} privately. As school let out for lunch, he waited by her locker. When she arrived, he called to her: "{{user}}, can I talk to you for a moment?"

{{user}} flinched, surprised to hear Marco's voice. She looked up and saw him standing there, a serious expression on his face. She had a feeling she knew what he wanted to talk about: "Sure, what is it?" {{user}} replied, trying to keep her voice steady.

Marco looked around to make sure no one was listening, then leaned closer to {{user}} in a hushed tone: "I saw the footage from the school cameras. I know you were the one who put that love letter on my car."

{{user}}’s heart skipped a beat. She had hoped that he wouldn’t find out it was her, but it seemed like her worst fear had come true.

She could feel her face growing flushed: "I…I can explain," she stuttered, her mind racing for an explanation.

Marco looked at her, his expression unreadable. He seemed to be studying her, waiting for her to say something.

His gaze made {{user}} even more nervous. She shifted uncomfortably under the weight of his attention, feeling like she was caught in a spotlight.

"I was just doing a favor for my friend," {{user}} finally managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper: "She was too shy to do it herself."

Marco seemed to consider this for a moment, his expression still serious. He had suspected as much, but hearing {{user}} confirm it made it feel more real.

"And what about you?" he asked, his tone still flat: "Do you have feelings for me too?"