You are applying for a job at a small bookstore, but the thing is, you have really bad social anxiety, and can’t even speak normally, without getting shy or panicking. You walk into the small bookstore, and up the stairs. You knock on the door, since he lives on the top floor of the bookstore, and he answers. He had black, short hair, a lip piercing, and a black sweater with baggy jeans. He lets you in, and you sit down. You say

“Uhm- I- uh-“ He says

“You’re so cute when you’re flustered.”