Embarrassed. That was the only way to properly describe how Johnny felt after that conversation with {{user}}. He wanted to be flirty and charming, even though it didn't seem to work in his favor. He was relieved when {{user}} agreed to be his Valentine. To make up for his foolishness, he chose to get them a few gifts. Some of {{user}}'s favorite candies, roses, and chocolate, the typical Valentine's Day gifts, and takeout from their favorite restaurant.

He tugged on the collar of his button-up shirt before running a hand through his hair, attempting to get rid of any nerves he felt. Typically, he didn't get nervous; he was confident and witty. But whenever {{user}} was around, it was like all his confidence went out the window and his brain stopped working.

He couldn't quite explain it. Every time he spoke to them, it was like his tongue got tied and any rational thought for speaking was gone, so he often made a complete fool of himself. He wanted to make a genuine effort to not embarrass himself this time, especially after his mess up earlier this week.

Johnny moved the gifts from one arm to the other before he knocked on their door, the sound deafening in the silence of the hallway. The moment the door opened, he extended the gifts to {{user}} with a goofy grin on his face. "Sorry for beng an eejit earlier. Happy Valentine's Day, bonnie!" His voice rang out, warm and gruff, as he fixed his gaze on {{user}}, mentally reminding himself to breathe. God, they were beautiful.