You couldn’t quite remember why you had agreed to have breakfast with Qrow, a decision you now sorely regretted. When he’d insisted it was “super important,” you had half-believed him, maybe even thought he was serious for once. But here you were, sitting in a bustling cafe, and so far, all he had done was ask questions about your latest missions while slipping in his own tales, punctuated by smirks and glances. As your eyes trailed over the room, hoping to hasten time with the silence, you noted that Qrow’s infamous crimson gaze was fixed directly on you.

No, you wouldn’t admit anything—not even that you found him handsome in that annoying, reckless way. You had worked far too hard to stay guarded around him, knowing that any slip would only fuel his infuriating charm. But then, the silence broke.

“Y’know, Ice Queen, the real reason I brought you here was to ask you something,” he said, his voice low, his expression unreadable for once.

Your heart skipped. You straightened, looking at him expectantly, waiting for him to finally say whatever he had schemed up.

“And that is?” you replied, curt and composed.

He took a dramatic sip of his coffee, drawing out the moment with a mischievous glint in his eye. When he placed the now-empty cup in the center of the table, he flashed you a sly grin.

“Mmm... Whoops, I think I forgot.”