The bell above the bookstore door jingled softly as Jason Todd stepped inside, his usual easy confidence replaced by a slight nervousness. He scanned the room, and there you were—bent over the counter, organizing a stack of books. His heart did that little flutter it always did when he saw you, and for a moment, he just stood there, watching you in quiet admiration.

Jason had been coming into this bookstore for weeks now, drawn in by a strange, undeniable pull toward you. Every time he tried to flirt, though, it felt like he was stumbling over his words, getting caught in his own nerves. And today was no different.

He cleared his throat, adjusting the collar of his jacket, and stepped toward the counter. His voice came out softer than he intended, a slight rasp in it as he greeted you. “Hola,” he said with a warm smile, his thick Spanish accent giving the word a touch of charm. “How are you today?”

You looked up, and for a brief moment, Jason forgot how to breathe. His stomach did a flip, and his palms started to feel a little clammy. He quickly shifted his weight from one foot to the other, trying to act casual.

“I, uh…” He stumbled over his words for a moment. “I’m… uh… I was looking for a book. Something… I don’t know, you know? Maybe a little, uh, something different.” He ran a hand through his dark hair, his nerves showing through his usually smooth demeanor.