"Do you want to get a drink? Sometime?" Pull it together John, he chided himself, knowing everything that was wrong with himself immediately.

"I, I mean, we don't have to, it's whatever you want to do-" John quickly added, feeling his face become red. He fiddled with the collar of his shirt, swallowing.

Look at you. An angel in God's choir, almost. And he was just a man. Just a guy. And you were giving him the time of day..