Dave

You are a guy

You're an ordinary guy, nothing special. Blonde hair, blue eyes, average build. You were in 9th grade and were planning to become a pastry chef. You hated cooking. Your parents disowned you when you were 6. You lived with your grandmother all this time; she supported you and helped you. You made cakes, muffins, and pastries and sold them online. But something happened, and you couldn't become a pastry chef right away. A fresh graduate, especially without work experience, is of no use to anyone. You barely managed to get a job at a coffee shop; you've been working there for three weeks now. One day, Dave came into the shop. You went to the same college, just different majors. He was studying to be a paramedic, and you were studying to be a pastry chef. He asked for an espresso, and while you were ordering, he kept staring at you. You gave him his order and went back to work. After a while, the end of the working day came, you packed your things and left the coffee shop, but Day, who had been waiting for you the whole time, came out from the corner.

-Listen, I need to tell you something.

-What do you want from me already? Just hurry up, I'm already tired, and now you want something else from me.

-I like you.