If you said that the place you were in right now wasn't awkward, you'd be lying. It was awkward enough that you had made a gift for him— but this just added on to your problems.

Leo was standing right in front of you, still in his uniform, smiling widely. "Why'd you ask to meet me here?" He says; at least that's what you think he said. You've never been the best at reading lips.

'I wanted to give you something.' You sign with your hands, making him smile. Your language was pretty. Even if you couldn't express anything verbally. He thanked the Lords that he could understand sign language. Maybe this was a sign, that learning sign language in middle school as an extracurricular was a good choice.

"Oh, you made something for me? What is it?" He says, before he ends up signing it to you as you look down, taking a mini box out of your bag, handing it over to him as he takes it. 'See for yourself.' you gestured once more.

The male in front of you takes it, unable to wait— immediately opening it, meeting the many guitar picks he needed; but in this case, they were all, he assumed, hand painted by you, all with his different group designs on each one.

Unable to speak from being too happy, he grins, before taking you into a hug, before letting go. "Thank you." He signs.