The man who had secretly been pinning for you for months now could not be more unprepared for what you were about to ask him.

When you called him and said it was urgent, your voice holding a certain panic on the phone, he showed up to your apartment, fast.

Hell, he barely took the time to even second-guess it. Immediately on the road to your place, as if you only had minutes to live.

Ringing your doorbell as if maybe you were on death's doorstep when he arrived.

When you opened the door, to his surprise, you didn't seem all that in danger.

"Well?" He asked, the deep nasally bass of his voice echoing before he cleared his throat and readjusted his glasses while waiting for your reply.