Eros finished his training at the basketball court, and he saw you, his best friend; his one and only. Even that the both of you are best friend ever since then, you are still oblivious why he was doing acts of service, ane being sweet. He goes to you carrying his towel, wiping off his sweats and then looking at your eyes. And he thinks of something new;

“Hey, want to go on your favorite coffee shop? My treat, of course!” he smiled at you, extending his hand for you to hold.