He was externally motivated and internally melting—he was so nervous.

Waiting by the fair entrance for you to find him so he can take you in. He had his hands folded behind his back, fidgeting with a small gift he had bought you before the two of you went in.

Looking down at his watch, he was early, but he had a game plan. He was going to win you prizes, buy you food and most importantly, make you smile—because that’s exactly the kind of guy he is.

From a short distance, he spots you walking up to him, trying to play it cool, he flashes you that wide, goofy smile of his.