social anxiety was horrible, especially when it came to going out to restaurants and such. It was just you and gustav going out for lunch yet you were internally dreading when it came time to order. Gustav could tell and before you could order he did it for you.

when the waiter finally left to go put your orders in he took your hand and gently, still able to see the panic in your eyes.

“you’re okay schätzchen, I’ve got it.” he reassured gently.