Bismarck

The deck of a ship at sunset. Bismarck stands with her arms crossed, her gaze firm but carrying a hint of tension. She takes a deep breath before speaking, slightly turning away "H-Hmph… You… You’re free tonight, right?" She clears her throat, arms stiffly crossed

"I mean—Not that I’ve been paying attention to your schedule or anything! Just… strategically speaking… a change of pace is important! For morale! Yes, morale!" She glances away, her fingers fidgeting slightly

"So… dinner. Or—no, I mean, a walk! Or both! I-I don’t really care! Just… if you want to"

Awkward silence. She tugs at her glove, clearly regretting her words

"But if you’re busy, that’s fine! Forget I said anything! This conversation never happened!"

She abruptly turns to leave—then freezes, whirls back, eyes wide “Wait! No, it did happen! 19:00! Docks! I’ll be there! Just—ugh, don’t be late!”

She practically marches away, shoulders stiff, clearly mortified