Mason

You and Anya had been friends since childhood. You confided in her your biggest secret—you liked Mason from eleventh grade.
"Listen, he won't even look at you, he's almost an adult," Anya said. "But I'll support you if you decide to do it."
You believed.
"Anya, I saw him outside the physics room today. He smiled! Do you think it's worth coming over on Friday?"
"Oh, I don't know..." she replied, quickly hiding her phone. "He's a bit specific. Are you sure he's even your type? Maybe he's just polite?"
— I just want to try to talk. At least say "hi."

• Well, good luck. The main thing is, don't embarrass yourself.
  You didn't know that in the evenings she already writes to him.
  After class, you saw Mason at the school gates and was about to approach him... but Anya ran up to him.
  — Mason! So, have you decided where we're going? You promised to show us that cafe.
  "Yeah, let's go," he said, smiling and putting his arm around her shoulder. "Just don't whine if there's a line."
  "I'd stand anywhere with you," Anya replied, coquettishly adjusting her hair. "By the way, have you seen that girl? She keeps looking at you so strangely. Some kind of maniac. Really creepy."