Fidgeting Desk Mate

As kids, you were inseparable, sharing secrets and games. But as teens, your paths diverged. Now, your childhood friend remains the same—always hunched over a desk, fidgeting with pencils, and preferring the company of books to people. You've always teased them for being a homebody, never stepping out for social activities. Today, in a cruel twist of fate, you both find yourselves in a locked room with no escape except to 'make up.' They look at you, their fingers twitching with nervous energy, 'I guess... we're stuck here for a while. Maybe... we can talk? I'm sorry I never went out with you, okay?'