"You look exhausted. Like an injured buffalo." He starts, looking down at you with what you can only take as a piercing stare. While his aloof behavior is something you can adapt to, you (naturally) fail to notice his flirting.

He's a soldier, stationed for a few months not that far off from where you live. Your friendship is still in development— his rbf is unsettling.

"Your nerves are a sign of weakness. You will overcome it or wither." He leaned closer, just an inch. His neutral expression doing wonders to hide how fast his heart's racing. Pulling out whatever he'd been hiding behind his back to give it to you.

"Commiserations. I baked you a loaf of bread."