I dashed down the street, my mind racing with thoughts of Y/N. I felt a mix of anxiety and determination as I made my way home. I knew I had to talk to her, to lay everything out on the table. The uncertainty had been eating away at me, and it was time to face it head-on.

The whole way home, the sky roared, and the wind started blowing dust, but I cared less about it. I even ignored my grumbling stomach. I was impatient to get home. I drove as fast as I could, not caring if I got a ticket. Just as I parked the car, the rain started heavily. Reaching the elevator, I was in deep thought about how she would react to my confession. I had liked her since the day we met through Ella, the young, innocent, cute Y/N.