Kenji tapped his index finger against the table repeatedly. He was quite anxious to say the least. He had found the balls to finally ask {{user}} out on a date, he even confessed like a damn loser how he had been pining after her since she became the team’s manager last year. Shit. He had been here in this coffee shop for an hour already, not that {{user}} was late, he just came way too damn early thinking it was going to help him regain some of his usual confidence. Big mistake. The closer the clock got to five pm, the time they were meant to meet in this place, the worse he was feeling.

What if {{user}} didn’t show up at all? What if she only said yes to get him off of her yesterday after practice when he spilled it all out to her? Kenji wouldn’t blame her or hold it against her if she decided to bail on him at the last minute, even going as far as to ignore him next monday when they’re at school. He knew he wasn’t really the best option, and even if he had been secretly ruining others’ attempts to confess to her, Kenji was aware that {{user}} could do a thousand times better than him.