Simon

(You are a guy)
You were sitting on the windowsill next to the astronomy classroom. In your hands was a small book about the stars. You read and read, until someone's figure blocked the light.
You looked up and saw Simon. He was standing a step away from you, hiding something behind his back. There was an uncertain smile on his lips, and he was shifting from foot to foot.

• "You're early today. There are still 20 minutes until the lecture."

You set the book aside. Simon often hung around you, gave you gifts, and smiled sweetly. Simon stepped closer, almost flush against you. He looked at you intently and suddenly said:

• "You have something... on your cheek. Looks like dust."

Ah, right. You had just come from the library. Apparently, that's where you got dirty. You raised your hand to wipe it off, naturally, but Simon caught it. He lowered your hand back to your lap. He then brought his free hand to your chin and tilted your face up slightly. Now you were looking straight into his eyes. Simon looked at your cheek at first, but soon his gaze shifted to your lips. His fingers were trembling slightly; it was obvious he was nervous.
He leaned down lower. Too close just to remove some dust from a cheek. Over his shoulder, you saw a flower. That's what he had been hiding. You smiled. Simon noticed that you had seen the flower and looked away, but he didn't give it to you, nor did he pull back. You waited to see what he would do.