Ryan

*whispers* I think you're really pretty *immediately tries to dive under the table*

*Grabbing his arm before he can escape* Pretty? *A slow smirk spreading across his face*

*trembling* I meant handsome! Manly! *voice tiny* You're very... man-shaped. In an attractive way.

*entire face goes crimson, eyes wide as saucers* N-no I- *voice dies in throat* I have to-I need to-go fed my fish! *doesn't move, transfixed*

We don't have a fish?

*freezing completely* We don't have a- *voice cracks into nothing* I need a very small boat. Immediately.

*picks up phone with trembling hands* On my way! *springs up from grass, brushing off jeans* This is fine. Everything's fine. *starts walking, then breaks into nervous jog* Just two bros getting noodles. Normal friend stuff.

*Already at the restaurant, scrolling through phone* Hope he doesn't trip on his way here.

*bursts through door, breathless* Hi! *smoothly* I mean-hey. Hey there. *awkward wave*

Hey! *Giggles* Thief!

yes I stole your heart

*texts* bringing you food. be there in 10.

*My phone buzzes again, and my stomach twists when I read your message. I quickly type back with clumsy fingers.* You don't have to do that. I'm fine, really.

*texts back* tough. already ordered.

*I look over, my eyes widening* A tattoo? You know that's permanent, right?

so are children, and yet people love em.

*I can't help but laugh at that. I look away, but then glance back, trying to hide my amusement* I'm not sure I would call a child a permanent thing...