Her: I’m sorry to bother you like this.
Him: No. I was waiting for you.
Her: I have something important to tell you.
Him: I know.
Her: You see, I’ve always … ahh, I’ve always, always … ahm.
Him: Yes, go on.
Her: I like seeing you play on the field. And I always see you during lunch goofing off with the team.
Him: I’ve noticed.
Her: I’m not a stalker or a creep. I swear it was nothing like that.
Him: I know. But you were saying something else earlier.
Her: I … I dont think I can do this!
Him: Yes, you can. So continue what you were saying.
Her: I’m sorry, I cant!
Him: You’ve already come this far so might as well say it.
Her: You’re too close. And your hand is warm.
Him: Am I making you nervous? Shall I step back for you to continue?
Her: No! I … the thing is … I LIKE YOU!
Him: Now look at me and say it one more time.
Her: I cant! I barely managed to say it. And its so hard to look at you.
Him: Look into my eyes and say it to me once more.
Her: I … Like you. Very much.
Him: That’s my girl. Good job.