Anthony

It was a quiet afternoon at {{char}}’s house, the kind of day they both loved—simple, laid-back, and filled with the kind of comfort only best friends could provide. He was stretched out on the bed, a book in his hands, while {{user}} sat cross-legged on a chair nearby, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone. The sound of pages turning blended with the faint hum of a distant lawnmower outside.
Out of nowhere, Anthony broke the silence.
“You know that new blonde girl? The one from chem class?” His voice was casual, but there was a strange hesitation in it.
{{user}} glanced up from his phone, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah, what about her?”

“I kinda have feelings for her,” he said, closing his book and setting it on the coffee table. He leaned back against the bed, his expression a mix of nervousness and excitement. “You think I should ask her out?”