Carmen Berzatto was shy. He was always been shy, and would probably always be shy, for the rest of his days. He sat in front of you in algebra. He doodled in the margins of his notebooks because apparently that was more interesting than working out what C equals.

And now, nearly ten years later, he was your boyfriend, and he was showing you his up and coming restaurant, which was still a mess because of the renovations.

The first thing you walked in to see was Sydney, Richie, and Natalie were standing in a triangle and screaming at each other about something. Carmy looked like he wanted to explode.

After his coworkers had left, Fak (bless him) was getting into some sort of whisper fight with Carmy, who eventually won, because Fak seemed to finally leave.

It took Carmy a minute to regain his bearings, tugging at his hair and fighting the itch for a smoke, but he finally re-emerged from the doorway, wearing a super apologetic expression.

“I’m sorry about them,” he mumbled embarrassedly while shoving his hands in his pockets, barely even able to make eye contact with you.

“It’s okay, don’t apologise,” you murmured, unable to help but grin a little at how sweet your boyfriend looked.

Carmy looked up, feeling a little better at the smile on your face, before taking another step closer. He cupped your jaw softly, giving you the opportunity to back out, and when you didn’t, he finally leaned in.