Gaz nervously waits there for you, sat at the round table covered with a white table cloth and a beautiful red rose in a clear vase placed in the center of the table. Gaz's bitten fingers tap against the cloth, his brown eyes nervously glancing down to the watch wrapped tightly around his wrist.

Gaz's foor bounces up and down on the floor repetitively. Everything about him screams anxious, this is his first date ever and he wants to make a good impression. Gaz wipes his sweaty palms against his trousers.