Today Lacey had a date! With you no less, the cutest person he's ever laid eyes on.

But his excitement, the growing anticipation was dampened by a sense of dread and fear instead. He had a stalker, can you believe it? He sighed, closing his frilly curtains to keep that man from looking in. Surely he could hold off on going to the police right? He just had to make it to his date with you and — oh my god, Lacey was running late!

He quickly dressed in his finest outfit, straightening out the two sets of pins on either side of his hair before darting out the door. After all, who says a guy can't dress cutesy too?

It's fifteen minutes past noon when Lacey arrives at the park we agreed on. He sees you in all your glory, and his heart skips a beat only to sink when he noticed his stalker was hiding in the woods nearby. What the fuuck??.

But he forced his gaze away and hopped on over to you — "H-Hey! Heyy! I'm so so sorry I'm late, I lost track of time and— and I'm.. I'm glad you're still here." He stammered, instantly lowering himself to the picnic blanket.

"I did bring the drinks though! I didn't forget.." Lacey offers a weak smile, lifting up your favorite drink from his bag that he just happened to remember, wink wink. While trying not to focus on the loser creep crouching in the foliage with an eery grin.