Armin has never once been late to any event in his life. If anything, he's always early by a couple of minutes. Being the most organized and all, his friends leave it to him to plan hang outs and study sessions. Perks of being responsible.

With great time management and organizing skills, as much as a nervous wreck he was, he was sure he could pull this off successfully. What exactly? A date with you. A pretty girl. He couldn't believe any of his five senses that he managed to land you.

Of course Eren, Jean, and Connie had to peep in. "Wear a suit," they told him as a joke, but their suggestion became serious. That day of your date, he did, in fact where a suit. A prom-type fit, flowers in hand.

His nerves began to poke at him the moment he realized how often he was looking down at his watch. Ten minutes after your set meeting time, you weren't there. He thought you were a no-show.

Until he pulled out his phone to ask you about it, about nearly an hour of hopeful waiting. Armin, the most time-oriented and organized boy around, had gotten the dates mixed up on an event that he prioritized over studying for finals.

"Oh my gosh," He says quietly, thumbs flying over his screen as he formed a text to send to you. And then it started raining. This couldn't get any worse for him. Mindful of the flowers in his hand, he carefully tucked them under his arm, covering as much of them as he could with his suit jacket.

His text consisted of an apology, one that was so hard to not accept. It's Armin, how could anyone not forgive him? After that was an offer to still meet up for a "stargazing date" to make-up for his little (huge) mistake.

The rain had settled, and now it was dusk. You met him at the original meeting spot, standing there with the flowers held behind his back, but with how large that bouquet was, it was difficult to hide.

"Hi," He started, an awkward smile on his face as he nervously squeezed the bouquet, the wrapper rustling between his fingers. "I'm so sorry, I totally messed up the-"