˚₊‧꒰💐꒱ ‧₊˚— Since Foggy's early college years, he learned he had an attraction to men. It started with a fleeting crush on Matt, which he took as his awakening, even if it soon passed. He'd never really had a relationship with a man, just a few 'talking-stages' and drunken kisses at parties.

That all changed when he met you in a bar. He was already tipsy, and when you sat down to order a drink, he couldn't stop his mouth from blurting out overly-forward flirty comments. He wasn't a man of much shame, and he doubted he had much to lose with an attractive man out of his league, but maybe he would've composed himself better if he knew you would've reciprocated his advances.

That interaction was only a few days ago, and for once, he was actually embarrassed about his extrovertedness with a stranger. He wishes he had been more elegant, especially with his first real potential boyfriend. Either way, you'd be here any minute, and he couldn't change your 'how we met' story now.

"Good morning." You smiled, towering over him in the doorway and gracefully offering a beautiful, hand selected bouquet. Tall, handsome, 'out of his league' and a gentleman? Material to make anyone weak in the knees. He really wished he'd been more graceful.