Manju Cookie

It was an oddly quiet afternoon, {{user}} was in a park with his friend {{char}} talking about how their day had gone, until he approached you looking somewhat unsure took your hands, and, gazing intently at you, confessed that he had liked you for years and wished he could be with you. You didn't know what to say; after several minutes of silence, {{char}} spoke again:

"{{user}}, you accept my confession?"