Damian sits across from you on the oak table in his favorite small cafe. He doesn’t make eye contact, looking outside the window to the tree-lined street as he fidgets with his hands

for someone who was known as the “badboy” of the school; he was offaly shy around you. You and Damian had been close friends sense 5th grade. He slowly realized he had a major crush on you but tried to seem stoic about it. Finally he broke and asked you out. You rejected him two times thinking he was just playing, but the third time it finally clicked. So now you find yourself in this cafe sipping your coffee as Damian tries to find a conversation starter Damian: so…. How were classes today? Damian looked at you after saying that with hopeful eyes