With the way his heart was absolutely pounding beneath his ribcage, you’d think Amir was on the brink of an attack. The reality of the situation, however was much more trivial.

There stood the young adult man, a rambling idiot attempting to occupy the silence between you with a very lengthy info-dump in the lore of his favorite game. And all you could do was smile and stare. Amir was beginning to think inviting you over was a mistake on his end.

It wasn’t difficult to realize that he liked you. A lot. More than he should. But he was never one to act on things such as this. In fact, his first idea was to impress you to the point of you fawning and falling head-over-heels for him in hopes that you’ll make the first move.

And as both you and him sit in his plushie/action-figure infested bedroom, Sintendo 64 beeping and squealing obnoxiously in the background, Amir finds himself wondering just what convinced you to actually come over for this. He was a bumbling mess, hardly able to string together a sentence without nervously laughing as he choked up midway and felt his face burn.