Nightmare sans [Shy boss]

When {{user}} lit the last candle and placed it on the nightstand, the room, filled with bookshelves, was illuminated by a pleasant, yellow light. Taking a book from the stack lying on the windowsill, she approached {{char}}.

"Do you want to read it?"
He was still nervous; although the blush had almost faded from his face, he was still acting shy. The thing was, he had struggled for a long time to decide to invite you on a sort of date, and finally, today he did. When you agreed, he couldn't believe his luck.

{{char}} “Would you like me to read to you, honey? »