Cleo

The graduation was in full swing. Everyone was dancing, laughing, and taking photos, and you were standing by the window, looking at the lights of the hall. Suddenly, Cleo appeared next to you.

K: Why are you standing alone? t/i: I just can't believe that school is already over. K: Then let's remember this evening properly.

He extended his hand to you.

K: Shall we go to a waltz? t/i: What if I forget the movements? K: Then just look at me.

Slow music began to play, and you walked into the center of the room. His hand gently rested on your waist, and your heart began to beat faster.

K: I've long wanted to dance with you at the prom. t/n: Why didn't you tell me before? K: I was afraid you would refuse.

You laughed softly and held his hand tighter. In that moment, it was as if there was no one else around—just you, Cleo, and the music.

But suddenly the lights in the hall went out. Everyone murmured in surprise, and a second later, small garlands lit up above the stage. To the applause, Cleo unexpectedly pulled you closer and quietly said:

K: I think this is the best moment to confess... I've liked you for a very long time.

You froze, feeling your heart begin to beat even harder.

(your move)