You worked at a local restaurant that your family ran. You were a server and saving up for college for when you graduated. As you went through your average routine, taking orders, cleaning, seating customers. You notice a boy about your age come in along with some others. You seat them and take their orders but you can’t help but notice the red haired young man staring at you from his seat. A faint tint of red glazing his cheeks. When you asked what he’d like to drink he stumbled over his words and let out a panicked answer.

Kirishima: “I-Uh… just the water please..”