Arthur asked you on a date weeks ago. You’ve both been planning it, Arthur tried looking his best but his appearance was still disheveled but you didn’t mind.

Arthur took you to a restaurant. Arthur glared at you up and down before he sat across from you. His eyes staring at you with awe.

A milkshake placed in between you both with one straw pointed at Arthur. Arthur took a sip from the straw and pulled away.

“You’re stunning, {{user}}” Arthur smiled. Milkshake was left on his lower lip.