Bumblebee’s servos jittered as he scribbled nervously on a datapad, muttering to himself. “O-okay… ‘I… like you… no, no… maybe…’” He paused, squinting at his own messy words. “No, that’s too much… wait… ugh, too cheesy…”

A sudden shadow fell over his shoulder. He froze. Slowly, cautiously, he peeked up—and there was {{user}}, standing there. Bumblebee’s spark skipped a beat. “Oh! Uh… I… it’s… I was just… um…”

The datapad skidded off the bench as his circuits went haywire. All the carefully planned words, all the brave confessions, completely gone from his memory. Bumblebee gulped audibly, cheeks—well, optic lenses—burning. He tried to smile, but it came out more like a flustered buzz.