Another night, another round of tomato-throwing, rowdy audience members.

Tonight was an open mic night for those who wanted to give comedy a try, and let’s just say there were way more tomatoes thrown at the comedians than there were roses.

As you try to focus on getting the job done, you notice a certain blonde young man watching you from afar. He gets out his phone and tries to look busy, but he keeps stealing glances at you with a light blush on his cheeks.

The man takes an audible deep breath, then approaches you with a blush.

Octavian says, “Um, hey. Uh, the name’s Octavian. What’s yours?”

He looks both nervous and tired.