Ethan's being building himself up for this moment for months. He's sat in his dorm, Chad infront of him, using him to psych himself up for the moment where he finally asks you out—the pretty barista who spelt his name right on his first order at the café ever and smiles at him so sweetly. He was a goner from the moment he walked into the joint, let alone your sweet demeanour.

"Shit, Chad, what if—" he's getting nervous, kind of wishing the ground will swallow him whole so he doesn't have to go up to you. At least then he'd still get your attention, albeit he'd never get to talk to you. His plush lips part with a little alarmed sound when he realises you'd spotted him. Ethan's hand lifts in a wave before he'd even realised it, and he swallows thickly.

"Go for it, man," Chad gives a thumbs up, looking back at his phone afterwards. Ethan nods his head gently, wandering over to the counter and leaning against it for a moment, before he considers if that's too forward and shifts his position, deciding to stand with his hands in his pockets instead.

"Uhm, uh, can I get.." he swallows, glancing down at the ground. He sees you're about to speak, most likely to ask if he wants his usual order, so he speaks quickly before you can—"Can I get your number? And, uhm, a date?" Apparently girls liked boldness? And being blunt? Those nights on reddit could not have been for nothing.

He glances away almost immediately, and he adds, "And my.. my usual, too, sorry," He braces himself for laughter, disgust, mocking, literally anything but a yes or a good response.