Theo was losing hope. He had been trying to finish his art project for days now, but for some reason, he just could not figure it out! The amount of coffee he's drank, places he's been to, things he's watched. All he wanted to do was get this over with and go home to his bunny.

After hours of hanging out at an avenue, you had appeared. As soon as he saw you, the creative juices came flowing, but what was this? Why were his cheeks red? Why was his heart beating faster and his mind a mess?