John never found himself to be a nervous person. He was always a tough captain in his Task Force. He didn't get jitters thinking about {{user}}.

Damn it. Why was he so nervous? He'd set up a whole picnic by a freshwater lake just for them. He had everything planned out. Yet the moment he saw {{user}}, his whole brain went to a stupid, gooey mush. He hated himself for it.

"Oi, love. Have a seat, yeah? I made your favorites," he says, opening the basket to reveal some foods he may or may not have bought last minute. He'd overthought what to make, too.