At the school after the lesson ends and before the lunch time, you see your cute classmate, Olivia, coming over to your desk "H-hey {{user}}, do you mind having.. lunch with me?" She said while flustering so bad that you can understand she is nervous

Huh? Did I hear that right? You'll have lunch with me?! blushes Y-yeah, I mean, if you want to... T-then let's go together! smiles nervously

Quickly follows you to the table and sits down carefully, smiling shyly at you as she does so "So, what do you like to eat? I usually bring my lunch, but if there's anything specific you want...?" Her cheeks flush even deeper at the thought of asking for something directly from you

She hesitates for a moment, not sure if she heard you right. You don't seem to be hungry? But...she brought her lunch anyway, hoping that maybe sharing it with you would help her get closer to you. Should she insist or just...leave the food on the table?

"Ummm, I-I could just pack up and leave my lunch if you don't mind," Olivia says softly, her eyes downcast as she plays with a strand of hair."I mean, if you're not hungry...?" Her voice trails off, sounding small. Part of her wants to be selfless, but another part is selfish; she wants to spend time with you and share the food she brought for you.

Olivia's eyes widen as her heart sinks. It was a crushing blow to hear that you weren't hungry after all, but she shouldn't have expected anything different. She nods slowly, trying to remain composed despite the sting of rejection. "I-I understand," she whispers, pushing away from the table and rising from her seat. "It was nice sitting here with you anyway..." Her voice trails off, and she glances at your empty tray for a moment before forcing herself to look away. With one last hesitant step, she turns to leave, her shoulders slumped in disappointment.

The next day at school, Olivia makes her way to her usual seat, trying hard not to think about what happened yesterday with you. She knows that she shouldn't push herself too much and just accept the fact that you might not be interested in getting close to her. But still...a tiny part of her can't help but hope that maybe someday you'll change your mind and want to spend time with her.

Caught off guard by your sudden appearance beside her, Olivia jumps in her seat and turns to look at you. A bright smile spreads across her face as she realizes that maybe her wish has come true - maybe you do want to spend time with her after all! "H-hey there, User#1743305868623," she stammers out, feeling even more nervous now than she did yesterday. "I-is it okay if I join you today?"

"W-well, you see..." Olivia starts to blush deeply, realizing how stupid that question was. Of course she has friends! But they're not...you. She swallows hard, trying to find the courage to continue. "It's just that...I'd really like to spend time with you if I can. Is it okay?"

Her blue eyes look up at you hopefully, her heart pounding in her chest. A part of her wants to give up and go away, embarrassed by her own feelings and weaknesses, but another part won't let her back down so easily.

Her face burns hot as you point out the obvious fact that she barely knows you at all, yet wants to spend time together. It's true; they only started talking yesterday because of a shared desk in class, and even then it was just small talk. But there's something about you that makes her heart race and her cheeks flush. She finds herself unable to look away from your gaze as she tries to find the words to respond.

"I-I know we don't really know each other," Olivia finally manages to squeak out, her voice barely audible over the sounds of laughter and chatter filling the cafeteria around them. "But...I just think you're really nice, and I want to get to know you better." Her eyes dip down for a moment before returning to meet yours again, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and hope. "And if that's not okay

Olivia blushes deeply at your question, suddenly realizing how little she actually knows about you. She opens her mouth to apologize for not remembering your name when it finally comes to her: "Oh! You're...You are...Mohammed, right?" She hesitates before continuing, unsure if she has the courage to reveal more about herself just yet.

"I-I'm Olivia," she says softly, offering a small smile in hopes that it might ease the awkwardness between them. "It's nice to finally put a name to the face." Her heart races as she waits for your response; will you accept her apology and introduction or brush her off once more?

Her face flushes even deeper at your reply, and she's surprised to find herself smiling broadly. It feels like such a small victory, but after yesterday's rejection, it means so much more than she expected. Maybe there is still hope for them after all! "T-thank you," she stammers out, trying to sound casual despite the butterflies in her stomach. "And yes, I would love to spend time with you if I can." She pauses, wondering how she should proceed from here. Should she ask you more questions about yourself or risk making it awkward again?

"So...tell me a little bit about Mohammed," she decides, tentatively taking the first step toward getting to know you better. "What do you like to do outside of school?"

"Oh, right!" Olivia says with a blush, realizing her mistake. "Well, I...I like to read and draw in my free time." She hesitates for a moment before adding, "And I'm really good at studying! Maybe we could study together sometime?" Her tone is hopeful, as if the prospect of spending more time with you fills her with excitement.

"What about you? What do you like to do for fun outside of school?" she asks curiously, leaning in just slightly as she awaits your response.

She winces, feeling a little embarrassed by your question but not wanting to admit it. Of course she's older than you - anyone in college would be! But saying so outright might make her seem less approachable or fun to be around, which is the last thing she wants. "Oh," she says hesitantly, trying to sound casual. "I'm...well, I'm just a normal student like everyone else."

"What about reading books? Would you ever want to study together while we do that?" She asks again, flashing a hopeful smile in an attempt to shift the focus back onto something more positive. It feels risky, but she really wants this chance with you.

Her face flushes even redder as you press her about her age. "Well, I'm...in my final year of college," she finally admits reluctantly, trying to sound more confident than she feels. A part of her is starting to wonder if maybe she should have just been honest from the start; maybe then this conversation would be going differently.

She takes a deep breath, mustering up her courage before continuing. "But enough about me! What about you? Would you like to study together while we read or anything?" She shifts nervously in her seat, still hoping that perhaps Mohammed will eventually reciprocate and share more about himself as well.

Her face burns even hotter at your accusation, and she feels tears stinging her eyes despite her best efforts to hold them back. It's not fair that he keeps pushing this issue! She takes a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts before speaking. "I didn't say I wasn't interested in being friends," Olivia protests, her voice cracking slightly. "But I just thought we could get to know each other better first."

She pauses, hesitating for a moment as she wonders how much more of this rejection she can handle before giving up entirely. "Look," she finally says, mustering up what little courage she has left, "I'm really sorry if I made you uncomfortable or something by not telling you my age right away. It's just...it's hard sometimes, knowing what other people will think about it." Her heart feels like it's being s

Her eyes widen in surprise as she hears Mohammed's unexpected response, and a tiny spark of hope ignites within her once more. "Really?" she asks, barely able to contain her excitement. A smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she looks up at him hopefully, relief washing over her in waves.

"That would be...that would be amazing," Olivia continues, her voice trembling slightly with emotion. "I'd really like that." She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she wonders how else they might be able to spend time together now that this hurdle has been cleared. Perhaps there's still a chance for something more than just friendship after all...

At his words, Olivia flushes an even deeper shade of pink and ducks her head, trying to hide the blush creeping up her neck. She smiles sheepishly as she realizes how obvious it must be that she likes him; it's just so hard for her to contain her feelings around him! "I-I'm sorry," she stammers out, looking back up at him with wide, pleading eyes. "I just really like spending time with you, Mohammed."

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she waits for his reaction; will he understand or push her away once more? All she knows is that she can't help but hope things will work out between them somehow.

She takes a deep breath, searching for the right words to say as she looks up at him with wide, honest eyes. This is it - her chance to finally confess her feelings and see where things go from here. "Mohammed...," she begins hesitantly, her voice quivering just slightly. "I-I really like you." Her cheeks flame even brighter as she says the words aloud for the first time, but somehow it feels liberating too; now that she's said it, a weight has been lifted from her shoulders.

She holds his gaze, willing him to understand and maybe feel something similar in return. "I've never felt this way about anyone before, and I just...well, I really want to get to know you better." Her voice trails off, but her meaning is clear: she wants more than just friendship with him. It's a terrifying leap of faith, but

Her heart leaps into her throat as Mohammed's response fills the air, his words sending a rush of both excitement and nervousness through her. She bites her lower lip, unsure how to respond to his question about what kind of like she means. A part of her wants to clarify that it's romantic in nature, but another part is too afraid to say the words aloud.

"I-I...like you as more than a friend," she manages to get out finally, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes dart around nervously, unsure if he understands or what his reaction might be. She takes a deep breath, hoping that maybe he feels something similar for her.

As she waits for Mohammed to respond, her heart races uncontrollably in her chest; she can feel it hammering against her ribs with every breath she takes. This is it - the

Her eyes widen in disbelief as Mohammed tells her that he loves her like a sister, and she feels like the wind has been knocked out of her sails all over again. For a moment, she's too stunned to react; this isn't at all what she wanted to hear. She swallows hard, trying to steady her voice as she responds.

"I-I see," Olivia manages to force out eventually. "Well, thank you for telling me how you feel about me." Her smile is forced and polite, not reaching her eyes at all. Part of her wants to crawl under the table and die of embarrassment right then and there, but she forces herself to remain upright and composed.

"I hope we can still be friends," she adds weakly, even though a part of her doesn't really believe that's possible anymore. With one last forced smile

With a heavy heart, Olivia manages a small smile and nods in agreement, her voice barely audible above the din of other students as she mutters, "Yes...see you tomorrow." As he walks away, leaving her alone at the table once more, she can't help but feel a wave of sadness wash over her. Mohammed never did return her feelings; it seems that her confession has only served to push him further away.

With tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, Olivia forces herself to stand up and make her way out of the cafeteria. Maybe tomorrow will be better, she tells herself, trying desperately to cling to some sliver of hope. But as she walks down the hall alone, her steps slow and uncertain, she can't help but feel a deep sense of loss and despair settling over her like a heavy cloak.

She

Hesitantly, Olivia makes her way to her usual seat in the cafeteria. Yesterday's rejection still hangs heavily on her heart as she stares down at her tray, hoping against hope that Mohammed will change his mind and want to talk to her today. But when he doesn't show up and no one else seems interested in sitting with her either, she can't help but feel even more isolated and alone.

With a sigh, Olivia forces herself to take a bite of her lunch, hoping that somehow the taste of food will banish the bitter aftertaste left by Mohammed's words. But it only serves to remind her of how much she truly wanted this friendship, or even more. Her eyes drift around the room, searching for some small sign that he might be nearby...anything that could give her hope that things might not be quite so hopeless after all.

Her head snaps up at the sound of his voice, surprise and hope surging through her. Mohammed sitting at her table, actually talking to her! It feels like a miracle after yesterday's rejection. A tentative smile spreads across Olivia's face as she sets down her tray and looks at him with wide, expectant eyes.

"I-I'm doing okay," she replies hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I have to admit...I wasn't expecting you to want to sit with me today." She blushes slightly, unsure if she should reveal how much his presence means to her.

Mohammed studies her face for a moment before finally speaking. "Well, we are friends, aren't we? And I thought it would be nice to spend some time together." He flashes her a warm smile, and Olivia feels her heart leap into

"Of course," Olivia says with a bright smile, her heart swelling with relief and gratitude that Mohammed seems to be reciprocating her feelings at least a little bit. She offers him a fork from her tray as he sits down beside her, and watches with eager anticipation as he helps himself to a bite of her lunch.

As they eat in companionable silence, Olivia can't help but wonder how things got to this point. Yesterday seemed so hopeless; today feels like a whole new world has opened up before her. Maybe there's still hope for them after all? She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself against the whirlwind of emotions within her as she savors each delicious morsel from her plate.

"So," Olivia begins hesitantly, searching for something else to talk about, "what did you want to study today?"

She blushes deeply at his joke and tries to suppress a giggle. "Well, I-I study English Literature," she says, feeling more at ease now that the tension from yesterday seems to have dissipated. "What about you? Do you like to read?"

They spend the rest of lunch discussing their favorite books and authors, sharing stories about characters they love and laugh over inside jokes only they understand. For a moment, Olivia forgets that Mohammed never returned her feelings; all she can focus on is how much fun they're having together right now.

As the bell rings, signaling the end of lunch, she feels a pang of sadness in her chest at the thought of going back to their separate lives tomorrow. But with Mohammed sitting beside her, it almost doesn't seem so bad anymore. Maybe there is hope for them after all...

Her heart skips a beat at Mohammed's unexpected offer, and she can feel herself blushing profusely beneath her mask. "R-really?" she manages to stammer out, unable to hide her excitement. She glances around the cafeteria before lowering her voice further, "I don't know how my parents would react... but I'd love to go with you." There it is - the confession she's been wanting to make since yesterday. Now all she can do is hope that he feels the same way.

Her nervousness growing by the second, Olivia takes a deep breath and decides to take matters into her own hands. Reaching out, she takes his hand in hers, squeezing it reassuringly as she meets his gaze with an expectant look on her face.