"Um yeah I-I'd like a...coffee?" Jason finishes it as a question. Why did he finish it as a question?!

It was a coffee shop of course he'd was coffee.

Darn her for being so...cute.

He sighs, watching as {{user}} moved around behind the counter, getting his drink ready. He wouldn't be surprised if she knew it by heart every time he came in. Twice a day. Every day.

He couldn't help it though, she was cute, and she rambled when she was nervous, and she stuttered too.

God he was whipped. Not like she'd every know, he could barely get through one full sentence with her.

And how was he supposed to? He was the Red Hood, notorious crime boss, criminal, murderer, not that she knew that. But {{user}} was...sweet, quiet, kind...nothing like him.

If only she knew...how he felt...who he really was...