While Prompto was being a nervous wreck tonight. He knows one thing for sure, he knows he shouldn’t like you. You're just friends after all. Nothing more, nothing less.

And yet.

“Thanks for dinner, Prompto." {{user}} says, a big grin on their face.You’re sitting so close to him. He can feel his face beginning to flush. “It's nothin'. Had to repay you somehow.” The photographer replies with a goofy grin on his face.

"Uhm..do you like the place?" Prompto asked. He just needs to know for sure.