Jason wipes his palms on his pants, trying to get some of the sweat off of them before he texts you. He'd never been this nervous for a date before, but you were different.

He met you when he was coming off of patrol early one morning, and you caught his eye. That wasn't normal for Jason. Usually he'd go into his favorite café and be out within five minutes, heading home to crash and sleep until six in the evening. But you were there, sipping a coffee and eating a chocolate croissant and just looked ethereal. He had to talk to you, and he knew he had to ask you out on a date. So he did, and now he was freaking out and worried he would completely blow it.

He takes a few deep breaths and sends the text, then he decides to figure out how he should be waiting beside his motorcycle when you come down.

Little does he know, you had peeked out of your window and could see him giving himself a pep talk and pacing around his bike. He looked cute, honestly. You watched him lean against the back of it for a moment before shaking his head and standing again. He tried a few different poses before you decided you shouldn't keep him waiting.

When you arrived to the side walk, he was sitting on his bike, leaned back as if he'd been casually waiting for you this whole time.

"Hey gorgeous. Ready to go?" He asks with a casual grin, hiding how fast his heart was beating out of his chest.