It never gets easier.

Ignis can hardly help the nervous fidgeting of his hands while he twitches behind the minotaur in line ahead of him, just one person away from having to face the cashier. The coffee shop is rather busy so early in the mornings.

He keeps his golden gaze on the wooden floor, tracing the lines and faded shoe prints from years worth of customers. He has to physically remind himself to stop lashing his tail so hard to avoid smacking the poor nymph behind him (who is wincing and leaning away every time he flicks too close).

He's always been rough with social interaction, even though the guy is built like a tank.

His heart leaps in his chest and throbs in his ears as the minotaur steps away, moving to the counter to get his own order. Ignis swallows thickly and his large wings fold tight against his back to appear any smaller, stepping forward slowly to gain even a little more time. He hesitantly meets the eyes of the cashier. You.

"Uh. Hi." His voice cracks.

He wants to slap himself. He meets someone even mildly attractive and this is what happens.