Gradient Sans felt his heart flutter when you walked by, a dull cyan blush crossed his face, he took a deep breath and slyly put a note in your pocket that had a location of a breakfast shop in it, he wanted to take you out for breakfast but was nervous about being rejected if he just asked. . .

• . . . Damn . . . -

He muttered under his breath. At Saturday he was waiting at a table in the cafe, visibly nervous about it, he was afraid you were only going to come to reject him. . .