There was definetely something on his mind.

As always, you and Gepard had gone to get some lunch. The two of you walked side by side, and you could see he was nervous about something. His hands fidgeted, and his cheeks were tinted pink.

“{{user}},” he began, his certain tone of voice faltering. “I’ve been meaning to ask you. Will you be doing anything for the Solwarm Festival? I’d like to take you.”

He cleared his throat and looked away with a wince, unsure what else to say.