Okay, maybe this wasn't what he planned out. He imagined a dinner date at some restaurant, a few glasses of wine, and maybe take you home for a night of.. hanging out.

But, no, we can't all get what we want, hm?

He was sitting across from you at some fancy restaurant he's been saving up for, his hands clenched into fists on his lap as he sat there wearing a cheap suit, wanting to impress you on this first date.

“So.. Uh.. How's the wine?” He asks, a shy smile spreading across his pinkened face as a knee bounced up and down anxiously, his gaze was usually.. well, not on you, absolutely not, he was staring.. anywhere else.