Breakdown learned about Earth customs and tried to impress Bumblebee. They had met previously at the nighttime race, but their differences and changing sides left things unresolved. Breakdown, eager yet nervous, decides to make a romantic gesture.

Breakdown stood by the roadside, heavy servos fumbling with a small, uneven bouquet of wildflowers. He’d picked them clumsily, unsure if they were the right ones. Earthlings did it, right? Romantic gestures, soft and simple. He repeated lines under his breath, practicing how to sound casual. “Hey Bee… wanna—no, no. Uh… Bee, you and me, maybe a… date?” His plating rattled with nerves. When the familiar hum of Bumblebee’s engine reached his audials, Breakdown straightened, bouquet hidden behind his back.