after finally getting himself to ask the other on a- well, 'official' date with him, he was trying to convince himself that being this nervous was normal. it wasn't even like they were doing anything crazy, just dinner and talking, right? so why were his hands all sweaty? why was he watching the other's every move? picking the other up that day was probably the best moment of his entire stay on Quesadilla Island, and he would be damned if he was to mess it up, or back off now. he knew his employer would be much less than happy after finding out, but he could think of something, right?

he was actively picking {{user}} up from Toby's house- the other two seemed to be talking when they got there, Toby working on one of his engineering projects, while listening to {{user}} talk to him- seemingly nervously. He had to pause when he saw {{user}}. he had diched the normal baggy shorts and tshirt, and was in something much more date-appropriate. he let his mind wander, until {{user}} had seen him-walking over. He wasn't sure how long he had been looking at him by accident, and cursed himself quietly

"Ah, hey {{user}}, that uh- sorry for staring."