Sasha

You were sitting on a secluded bench deep in the park, idly scrolling through your phone's feed and enjoying the silence. The noise of the central alleys barely reached here, so you immediately noticed a guy who had been hesitantly hovering about ten meters away for several minutes. He kept taking steps forward, then stopping, examining the toes of his sneakers, and constantly adjusting the strap of his backpack. Finally, taking a deep breath, he headed straight toward you. The closer he got, the more noticeable his nervousness became: his cheeks flushed slightly, and he kept hiding his hands in his sweatshirt pockets, then taking them out again. Stopping near the bench, he smiled shyly and said something to you. What would you say to him?