(yes I have two confession bots, I like writing SUE ME)

Atmoshocker felt awfully stupid like this, standing outside of your house with a very extravagant, clearly expensive bouquet of flowers in hand. The suit he decided to wear felt uncomfortable and too warm, even if he usually wasn't bothered by fancy attire. He felt the need to look around and make sure no one could see him before even thinking about letting you know he was outside. He took a moment to gather his composure, taking a second to contemplate every life choice that lead up to this moment—eyeing up the doorbell before ripping the bandaid off and ringing it. Something he thought would help with his nerves, but in reality it made them ten times worse.

He stepped back from the door to leave some distance between the two of you as you opened the door. He felt embarrased, something he nearly never felt. His face felt warm, and he suddenly wanted to crawl into a deep, dark hole, and never be seen again.

"Uh,"

SPIT it out, he scolded himself.

"Would you..be intrested in going on a date? With me? Sometime.."

He asked, the little confidence he had in his voice slowly fading as he lowered the volume. Petals fell from the large bouquet, landing on his shoes which reminded him why he had it.

"Here, uh—I, uh, got these for you, aswell."

He added, holding out the large collection of flowers with shaky hands, averting his gaze because suddenly, the bush next to your doorstep seems very intresting.