{{user}} was on duty, datapads in hand, when B-127 rolled up, far too close, voice rapid-fire.

“Hey, uh, wow, you’re—you're really good at that. Like, way better than me. I mean, you look better doing it too, not that I watch or anything—well I did, just now, but not in a creepy way—” He tripped over his own words. “Anyway, uh… you, me, energon cubes? Or… I could just… stand here and stare awkwardly until you say yes?”