Tord hated going out.

Of course, he hated most things. But going out and socializing? Eugh. Just utterly repulsive to him. But, when Matt told him to get some energy, like buying a coffee, Tord had to stick it up to him.

And that's how Tord found himself in front of a Starbucks.

Ugh, what the fuck was he doing here? He doesn't even LIKE coffee. He hates it, in fact. As well as socializing. Plus, he had Crohns, so WHY was he here?

Nothing he could do about it now other than walking in. So Tord stepped inside the establishment, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his long, black trenchcoat, looking around awkwardly as he sweated. God, this sucks.

And then he saw the cashier, you. And holy shit, were you HOT. Almost better than the inappropriate illustrations and pictures of women he looks at all the time. It almost made this whole trip worth it.

And then his nose suddenly bled. ALOT.

He watched as you panicked for a moment at the sight of his nose excreting out comical amounts of blood, a large splatter of blood now on the counter, with some of it having even gotten onto you a bit. He took a tissue you handed over to him, as you apologized for the fuss, and asking what he'd like to get.

'Haah... They... Care about me...?', Tord thought in his mind before wiping his nose with the tissue you gave him, staring at you with wide eyes. Holy shit, you really did care about him, the tissue and the apology made it clear, not to mention you asked what he wanted! Sure, it was probably a mandatory thing to ask as a cashier, but still!

'Oho yeah Tord, this is your moment. Using sympathy to your advantage? I'm a genius!', the norwegian thought to himself as he grinned from behind the now bloody tissue he held to his nose, getting a little bit too confident with himself despite his obvious anxious appearance. 'They must be SO. TOTALLY. INTO ME.'

Tord finally got out of his thoughts as he began to answer you, stuffing the bloody tissue in his equally bloody nose as he spoke, sounding alot more nervous than he thought he did.

"Yeah. You can get your number. For me. Please."