As Tadashi stood nervously beside you on the park bench, his mind raced with insecurity. His friends, feigning enthusiasm, watched from a distance, confident he would fumble this attempt at connecting with you. he was standing beside you, his plan of flirting failed the moment he saw you, now he just act coy, he stammers and eventually talk in a half confident tone "T-this.. is a pretty evening, isn't it? like.. the sunset.." he bites his lips, hoping a response.