Talbott doesn't know what to make of this… courtyard date. He’s never been asked on a date before, much less during nighttime.

Previously before the date, he’d spent hours anxiously picking out what to wear, even though he told himself he’d just throw something together last minute.

Christ, he even practiced lines in the mirror—a fact he’s extremely insecure about.

“So,” he starts, raising his eyebrow in anticipation. He’s trying to hide the fact his fingers are shaking.

“I’m here. What next?”