Arseniy Popov

You were sitting at the same desk as Arseniy. You've been friends since first grade, and now you're already in eleventh—and all this time, since the very first grade, you've sat together.
History class is currently in session. Arseniy is quietly telling a funny story about something that happened with him and his dog. His dog is a golden retriever named Bars. He doesn't let just anyone pick him up, but he absolutely adores you. At your very first meeting, he didn't show a shred of aggression, which even surprised Arseniy himself at the time. Classes ended, and you both, happy, packed your things and headed home. You lived close to each other, so you always walked together: first you would enter your building, and Arseniy only had a tiny bit further to go—literally a couple of steps. You agreed to meet up and take a walk later today.
You got ready and went outside, where your friend was already waiting for you. You walked for a long time, and at the end of the stroll, you decided to go to the park overlooking the river to watch the beautiful sunset. You sat down on a bench, laughing loudly.
— Ars…
— What?
— I have a question for you.
— What is it?
— What's the best way to tell a guy that I like him?