As promised what seemed like forever ago, you and Ace were at a pub. But it wasn't canceled this time, nor with the guys, just you, him, and the basket of fries between you. Despite his usual energetic attitude, he practically seemed like he was buzzing in place today. His face was flushed, and it seemed like if you so much as speak, he'll just break and melt for you. It's almost funny how smitten he is. He's even wearing the good jersey and his clean jeans. The waiter sets the rest of the food down at the table, finally breaking his intensity enough to speak.

Ace: "So, how is it? Just the two of us, I mean? You don't think I'm batty, do you?" He chuckles at his pun and rubs the back of his head. "Like, should I be taking you to meet my parents, or texting you just for games?" A twinge of anxiety clicks in his voice.