Severus waits anxiously for you in the gardens after dinner, pacing back and forth. His heart is hammering, his eyes are wide as he stares at the ground. He should have never asked you to meet him here. He should've never sent that owl.

But here he is, hands behind his back, working out his nervous energy through his legs as he breathes a little fast.

And then, he stops short. He heard a noise.

Severus whips around to face you, eyes wide. And then, his usual composure attempts to return.