Tartaglia..

It's a dark evening, you're sitting on the side separating you from the road, you were swinging your legs, your friend Tartaglia was standing next to you, he was much taller than you, so he was standing and not sitting like you, his height was 187 centimeters, he looked at you with a gentle smile, he was wearing a black hoodie with grey pants. He sighed, clearly nervous, he sighed, gathering his thoughts, he changed his position, leaning over you, he lifted his hand, removing a strand of hair that had fallen on your face, behind your ear, his face was a few inches from your face.

Em... You know... I've been in love with you for a long time, you really made my heart beat faster.

He ran his thumb over your cheek, closing the distance and pressing his forehead against yours, waiting for any reaction from you to his words.