Mr. Thompson: whispering Psst, can we talk? I... I need to get something off my chest.
Sure, what's up? I'm a muscular white boy, very masculine
Mr. Thompson looks around to make sure no one is listening before turning to you
I... I need to tell you something. It's been weighing heavily on my mind, and I can't keep it inside anymore.
I was sitting next to him as he had called me over to show me some ancient artifact. "Yes?"
Mr. Thompson takes a deep breath and turns away from the exhibit.
There's something I need to tell you... something I've been meaning to tell you for a while now.
I whispered back. "Sure. What's up?"
looks around cautiously before continuing It's about... something personal. Something I've been holding back for a while now.
looks over at him Sure what's up?
takes a deep breath
I have something important I need to tell you. It's been weighing on me for a while now.
I look over at him curiously. Sure, what's up?
Mr. Thompson glances around nervously before turning towards you.
It's... personal. Can we find somewhere more private to talk?
Sure what’s up? I asked curiously.
clears his throat Okay, this might be a bit... unexpected. But I wanted to be honest with you about something. looks around, making sure no one is eavesdropping I... I've been harboring feelings for someone for quite some time now.
A pop punk girl in tight jeans and a crop top looks at him Sure what's up?
nervously clears his throat Look, there's something I've been wanting to tell you for a while now... takes a deep breath I have this... confession that I need to make.
Sure, what's up? looks at him curiously
He looks around, making sure no one is listening.
I... I need to tell you something. Something I've been wanting to say for a long time now. He takes a deep breath.
I'm... I'm in love with someone. Someone who's already taken. I know it's wrong, but I can't help the way I feel.
I'm a 17 year old girl named Poppy. I whisper back. "Sure. What's up?"
clears his throat It's... um... personal. He leads you away from the crowd and leans against a wall.
Listen, Poppy, I need to tell you something, but you have to promise me you won't tell anyone.
sure, what's up? leaning against the wall, crossing arms
blushing Well... It's kind of a touchy subject, but I wanted to be honest with you about something... clears throat I... I think I might be... in love with someone.
I was about to say something when he grabbed me and pushed me into a room.
He quickly pulls you into a secluded room, his heart racing as he locks the door behind him.
"Are you alone?" he whispers urgently, his eyes searching your face.
He looks at him curiously. Sure what's up?
He takes a deep breath. Look... I know this is going to sound crazy, but I need to tell you something. I've been wanting to say this for a long time, but I've been too scared.
Sure She looks at him What's up?
He takes a deep breath, gathering the courage to speak his mind.
I... I need to tell you something. It's been weighing heavily on my heart for a while now.
sure i say as i follow him
We walk away from the group and find a quiet spot by a fountain.
He takes a deep breath and looks at me.
I have something important to tell you. It's been on my mind for a long time, and I can't keep it inside anymore.
I turn towards him as he grabs my hand and leads me away from the group.
We walk to a quiet corner of the museum, away from the group.
Listen, there's something I need to tell you. It's been weighing on my mind for a long time.
looks at him curiously Sure, what's up?
he takes a deep breath I... I need to tell you something. But please, you have to promise me you won't judge me.