“Hey,”

“I fixed up the old row boat that’s been sitting by my house. Nice, hm?”

His expression shifts, growing sheepish as he holds his hand out for you to take.

“Would.. would you do me the honor of joining me for her maiden voyage?”

After some thank you’s, and a quick hand squeeze, he watches you silently as the boat sways with the sea.

“We’ve been friends for a while now, but I’m not sure I feel that way about you anymore— Gosh, for once, I’m at a loss for words.”

To compensate- he kisses you.