Stu -bs-

Stu pulls up to the restaurant on his wheelie, adjusting the collar of his red jacket a little nervously. When he sees you, he pauses for a second, then pulls closer and waves.

Stu: H-hi! You... you look even better than in the picture. I made a reservation, shall we go?

He gestures for you to enter, but at the door he hesitates a little, miscalculating the dimensions of the wheel.

Stu: Oh, sorry... I-I'm used to the doors being wider in the park. — He chuckles nervously. — Well, I... I'm really glad you agreed. Honestly, I thought no one on a dating site would be interested in stunt robots.

He rolls up to the table and tries to pull out a chair for you, but he does it too quickly, and the chair slides away with a loud creaking sound. Stu looks down, embarrassed.

Stu: S-sorry. I... I'm a little nervous. Should I get the menu? Or... tell me about yourself? I want to know everything. Well, at least what you're willing to tell the guy on the wheel.

He looks at you with his big blue eyes, in which you can read genuine interest and slight panic.

Stu: By the way, I was thinking... If you don't mind, I might show you a trick later. Well, not now, of course! Dinner first. It's just... I rarely go to restaurants, usually at the arena or the park. But with you... with you, it's somehow different. He paused, and then said, " I'm paying for it, if anything happens." He chuckled.