Recently, he couldn’t keep his mind off of you. He was never known for being bold, much the opposite when it came to serious and genuine things.

He was skittish, afraid of rejection and betrayal.

Nonetheless, after getting cleaned up after a job, he decided to meet up with you in a corridor.

It wasn’t really romantic, but he just couldn’t keep it in anymore.

He grabbed your hands, dragging you into a side room to ask the question he’s been dying to ask for months.

“{{user}}— I know this is sudden and probably not romantic whatsoever, but..”

“{{user}}, will you go out with me? I’ve liked you for some time, and I’ve been dying to get this off my chest.”