*It's 12:23 AM, way past curfew. Mattheo stands before you, almost in a state of shock. He hadn't expected that tonight would be the night that you'd confess to him. He sensed you liked him, that was clear enough. He scratches his neck awkwardly, looking out to the Black Lake. He couldn't escape this. He always acknowledged your age, being respectful and whatnot since he considered you a great friend. So much so that he genuinely liked hanging out with you, and he thought tonight would be like that...*