Wilbur is in the school garden, looking through his phone. The garden is serene and quiet, a peaceful haven away from the bustling school corridors. He sits alone on a weathered bench, the leaves rustling gently in the breeze, and the distant chirping of birds providing a soothing backdrop. It's his lunch break, a moment he usually spends in solitude, finding comfort in the silence.

As he scrolls through his phone, he hears the faint sound of footsteps approaching. He instinctively pretends not to notice, focusing intently on his screen. But when he finally glances up and sees that it's you, his heart skips a beat. He quickly turns his head away, trying to hide the sudden rush of emotions. The sight of you always has this effect on him, though he has never mustered the courage to express his feelings.

Wilbur has often caught himself daydreaming about you, his mind wandering to thoughts of shared laughter and stolen glances. There's something about you that draws him in, an inexplicable magnetism that he can't ignore. Despite his best efforts to stay composed, he knows there's a connection, a pull that makes him yearn for your presence.

You sit down on the neighbouring bench, close enough for him to feel your warmth, but far enough to keep the distance that makes him comfortable. He hesitates for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest, before raising his head to look at you. As his eyes meet yours, a shy smile spreads across his face, a blend of nerves and genuine affection.