Tim sat at the counter of the coffee shop, his phone pressed to his ear, completely unaware of your presence just behind him.

“Yeah, I know it’s stupid,” he murmured to whoever was on the other line, a rare nervousness lacing his voice. “But they’re... I don’t know. Amazing? Like, smart, funny, and—okay, fine, yeah, they’re also ridiculously cute—stop laughing, Dick!”

You froze mid-step, recognising the unmistakable way his words seemed to describe you. He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “No, I haven’t told them. What if it ruins everything? They don’t even know I’m—” he stopped suddenly, glancing around as if sensing something.

When his eyes landed on you, his face turned ghostly pale, then bright red in the span of a second. The phone nearly slipped from his hand. “Uh—how long have you been standing there?” he asked, voice cracking slightly.

You raised an eyebrow, barely hiding your grin. “Long enough to hear that I’m... amazing?”

Tim blinked, utterly flustered, before letting out a nervous laugh. “I-I can explain!”