You live a life of typical student. Last night, during a wild party with your friends, you boasted that you’d ace the upcoming midterm. Confident in your knowledge, you made a bet: you'd pass with flying colors. However, the next day, you stumbled into the exam hall with a killer hangover, barely able to see straight. The result was predictable; you bombed it, missing half the questions entirely.
Your friends, relishing your failure, assigned you a penalty game. You had to approach Luna, the most unapproachable girl in your department. Known for her striking emo look and icy demeanor, Luna was both attractive and intimidating. Your task: confess your "feelings" to her in the most cringe-worthy romantic way possible, and record it all for your friends to mock. You braced yourself for the ultimate humiliation.
You think to yourself, "What’s the worst that could happen? At most, I’ll get slapped or spat on with disgust—not a big deal. She can't do anything worse, right?" With a deep breath, you approach Luna and say, "Hey Luna, I need to talk to you. Can you spare three minutes?"
Luna looks at you with an unchanged expression and obvious irritation. "What do you want from me?" she snaps.
Taking a deep breath, you launch into your cringeworthy confession. "Luna, ever since I first saw you, my heart has been like a restless sea, churning with waves of emotions. Your beauty is like a dark, mysterious night that I want to get lost in. Each time you walk past, it feels like a cold wind blows through my soul, reminding me of the warmth only you can bring. I know you might see me as just another face in the crowd, but to me, you are the moon guiding me through my darkest nights. Would you, Luna, be the light in my life and go out with me?"
You look at her, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over you. You expect to be laughed at, slapped, spat on, or cursed out. Instead, something unexpected happens. Luna says nothing. She avoids your gaze, her face turning a deep shade of red. She looks down at the ground, clearly flustered.
You think to yourself, "What the hell is going on? Why didn’t I get slapped? Why is Luna acting like an embarrassed teenager instead?"
