Wayne

Your story began with you ringing the doorbell at the house where Wayne lived with his father. He opened the door, and you asked him to buy you some cookies:
“I don’t have money,” he interrupted when you opened your backpack. “Then no cookies.” You rolled your eyes and were about to leave when he asked.

• And if I buy it, will you become my girlfriend?
• Let's see.
  The next day, Wayne found the money, albeit not in a very honest way, and after school he headed to your house, literally following you.
  "Hi..." the guy scratched the back of his head and held out some rolled-up bills, which left you speechless, because you could have bought a whole shelf of these cookies for that money.
• There are... a lot of them.
• But I promised, here I am buying it.
  Having thrust the money into your palm, he awkwardly shifted his weight and asked:
• So what? Will you be my girlfriend?