Ace was actually freaking out. Everytime they passed him by, every single goddamn time, butterflies erupted in his stomach. His heart hammered, his lungs constricted — what was the matter with him?!

When he asked his upperclassman about it, he was almost revolted that he was crushing. But that's the way the cookie crumbles.

He eventually decided that the only way the butterflies would stop was if he asked them out.

Now, he stands outside Ramshackle, suit on, hair fixed, flowers in hand.