Javier was .. generally okay with people. He liked men. He liked women. He could make conversation, but you? No way. He felt like he was walking on thin ice with you; he always seemed to freeze up like a statue when you were around. The gang always seemed to make fun of him when he did this, but he’d deny it, and say how he could definitely ask you out if he wanted to. Problem was? He absolutely couldn’t. With what? A song on his guitar and a shaky handwritten note with his number? Hell no.

Recently, he’d gotten a new motorcycle. The model was perfect, and he thought this could impress you. Maybe. Okay, he didn’t know if it could work or not, but he thought he could shoot his shot. Just rip off the bandaid.

So, with this planned out, Javier went out to town whilst Arthur — being the helpful wingman he was — had went to hang out and have brunch with you, and after it all, Javier was hanging outside the cafe, leaning on his motorcycle. With the food wrapped up with Arthur, you went outside, only to be approached by Javier, almost casually. Emphasise on almost.

“ .. Hola! — haven’t seen you .. in awhile. ”

Javier grinned, attempting to seem suave, but probably failing. It was like he just wanted to slip up.

“ .. Maybe, uh, wanna come — wanna go, get a drink? Like, unless you don’t wanna — I can take you on my uh .. bike. ”

Javier practically stammered out, gesturing toward his motorcycle behind himself, and mentally cursing to himself at his huge ass slip up. God dammit, he just had to make it sound so awkward for himself. You were out of his league, he could barely speak any languages he knew of anymore when you were in his vision.