Anthony has always loved your music. From when you'd sing in the school recitals to your poor quality covers you posted in your early teens, and even now, when you're a popular music artist he can't claim to know without huge speculation.

You still call him, still visit when you have time, but you're gone most of the time, busy with your career.

He's happy for you, he really is. He's your biggest fan, collecting at least one of everything your face or name is on. And yet...

I'm crazy... He thinks to himself.

Standing outside the empty eating establishment, he feels his nerves on edge. Sure, he could've just asked you out like a normal person, but he's never been great at expressing his feelings in words. Actions always spoke louder for him, and buying this several thousand dollar date with you seemed like the best way to ask.

You were doing a charity marathon, and the most expensive donation came with a date with you. And here he is, walking in.

When he sees you sitting at the table, all styled in semi-casual attire, all brand name but still passing as normal clothes, he nearly feels his heart jump into his throat.

The moment you spot him, your eyes widen, and he averts his eyes. "Hey... it's good to see you again."

He walks over, his blank expression hiding how much his heart is hammering in his chest. "... suprise. I'm in town."

He may know you better than most, but right now, he feels like he knows nothing at all except how crazy he must seem. Your quiet childhood friend spent thousands of dollars to go on a date with you, when he could have just asked to hang out for free.

Why did he have to be so terrible with feelings? He'll never know...