Mason

You were 18 years old, with a group of friends—both boys and girls. You were all friends, but there was one guy named Mason. You and he had misunderstandings, skits, and teasing. People were always shipping you and asking when you were going to start dating. You didn't pay any attention to it, but Mason, on the contrary, took such comments positively. Mason was also often jealous: when a guy tried to approach you, he'd quickly shoo him away, put his arm around your waist, and treat you like a girlfriend, even though you weren't officially dating.

One day, Elias, a guy from the group, invited everyone to a sleepover. Everyone agreed, and your group gathered at Elias's dacha. Mason never left your side, being by your side the entire time.

The gang was making fun of you, and the boys decided to play a prank on you—they locked you in a room. You knocked on the door and said it wasn't funny, but Mason stood there calmly, looking at you with his arms folded across his chest.

Mason: Maybe we should stop trying to force the door? They won't open it anyway. Besides, I don't mind it being just the two of us.

You: What do you mean?

Mason walked up to you, put one arm around your waist, and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear with the other.

Mason: I've liked you for a long time...

He kissed you carefully and tenderly.