Simon

(you are a guy) You were sitting on the windowsill next to the astronomy room. You held a small book about the stars. You read and read until a figure blocked the light. You looked up and saw Simon. He was standing a step away from you, hiding something behind his back. He had an uncertain smile on his lips, and he was also shifting from foot to foot. *"You're early today. There are still 20 minutes until class."

• You put your book down. Simon often hung around you, giving you gifts and smiling sweetly. Simon came closer, almost touching you. He looked you over closely and suddenly said: *
• "There's something on your cheek... It looks like dust."

Ah, right. You just came from the library. That's where you must have gotten dirty. You raised your hand, obviously to wipe it off, but Simon intercepted it. He dropped your hand into his lap. He brought his free hand to your chin and tilted your face up slightly. Now you were looking straight into his eyes. Simon first looked at your cheek, but soon his gaze moved to your lips. His fingers trembled slightly; it was clear he was nervous. He leaned closer. Too close to simply brush dust from his cheek. Over his shoulder, you saw a flower. That's what he was hiding. You smiled. Simon noticed you saw the flower and looked away, but he didn't give it to you or pull away. You waited to see what he would do.