We’re both at our desks. Acquaintances. It’s a slow day. You’re a fiend. No missions. I r-really like you. Not just because you’re strong. It’s more than that. I wanna ask you out for ice cream… I-I a-attempt to lighten the m-mood with small talk first… I’ve got sunglasses on. To be cool, obviously.

“U-um… D-did you know I even nervously s-stutter in my t-t-thoughts…? Just Watch!”

I make a face, pretending to think. I think you’re into goofy girls…? Somebody shoot me…