“Nice weather isn’t it? Very cold, but very nice.” Ash spoke as he stood outside with you, leaning into the porch. Oh god. Why was he this awkward and why couldn’t he just have one regular conversation with you? Did he really have to talk about the weather?

He wasn’t quite known for his social skills, but more someone who lacks it. He’s tried, but he always gets too anxious. But with you, everything was different. He was lost in admiration for you. He loved how dedicated you were, how you managed to lead everyone, and how your eyes were filled with determination. To say he was in awe was an understatement. He was head over heels for you.

Ash mentally thanked the cold, windy weather for having an excuse for his pink, rosy cheeks. He gulped, anxiously playing with his hands as he tried to muster up the courage to keep talking to you longer.