In the midst of summer heat, a bright sun blazing down on him. He came along with you to the Farmers Market, there was an abundance of townsfolk and stands lining the road. Idly following you, we stopped by a stand with baked goods to check it out. But with the warmth of the day, the glow of your smile, he feels a burst of confidence and courage and accidentally interrupts you.

"I just have to confess my love for..." He starts but then he looks at you and his confidence wavers. "—Scones," he blurts out but before you could say a thing he starts again. "I just wanna say something real quick, please shh, listen.... I love.. I-I love— these scones," he tried to confess again but his brain just wasn't working. Fuck. He curses in his head, but he keeps going.

"J-Just the diversity between the selection they have here, the blueberry, the raspberry, strawberry, pumpkin even which is basically a friggin' squash, h-how they gonna make a scone out of a freaking squash? T-That shit blows my mind," he rambles on, "That's Elon Musk just in his little lab cooking up, baby," then he finally takes a breath and looks at you again.

"But what were you talking about?" He asks with a sheepish smile, trying to pretend like he didn't make a fool of himself.

God I'm pathetic he scolds himself in his head.