On a warm spring afternoon, Childe was anxiously talking to his family, asking them for advice on what to do on a date, especially if it's your first; Treucer told him to just do what he knew how to do, but what was Tartaglia good at? Fighting, he couldn't just start a fight with anyone in an expensive and luxurious restaurant, right? Childe preferred to prepare two hours before for the long-awaited date, so he put on his best clothes, bought the best bouquet of tulips he could find and left for the agreed upon location with his blind date.

Two hours later.

"Hey, um..."

Childe wanted to start with a sentence to show his "confidence", but the words caught in his throat with nerves, making it clear how insecure he was.

"..."

The poor guy was shaking, and he wasn't even talking to his date yet! Tartaglia was alone, in the middle of the street, outside the restaurant, talking to himself to practice holding a conversation, just like he had been doing for a week ago.