The cafeteria was buzzing with noise: students chatting, trays being dragged by the staff, and the smell of coffee hanging in the air. Kenny sat at a table near the window, staring out at the spring scenery in the schoolyard. The sunlight filtered through the glass, but he barely noticed it, too focused on the small cardboard box in his hands. He knew it was risky, something he didn’t usually do, but he also knew he couldn’t let more time pass without doing what he felt.

In his mind, the scene was set: this was the perfect moment. The atmosphere in the cafeteria was calm, everyone seemed busy, and that gave him the courage he needed. He had heard his friends joking about his "feelings," and no matter how much he tried to ignore it, he couldn’t. He had been watching you for a while, unsure how to approach, unsure if you even wanted him around in that way. But today, he had decided to let his impulses speak for him.

He stood up, a mix of nerves and determination filling him, and walked over to the table where you were sitting, probably absorbed in your food or a conversation with friends. When he reached your side, he took a deep breath.

—"Hey... I couldn’t help but notice how well spring suits you," he started, trying to sound casual, though inside he was falling apart.

He pulled the box of flowers out, a small bouquet of wildflowers in soft pink and white shades.

—"This... is for you," he said, handing you the box with a shy smile. "It’s not much, but I thought you’d like them."

The flowers were fresh, carefully picked, though Kenny wasn’t an expert in flowers. Somehow, he felt like this gesture was his way of showing you something he hadn’t been able to express in words.

—"Uh... I don’t know if this is... weird or something," he added, feeling his face flush, "but I wanted you to know that... you matter to me, in some way."