Sometimes it's very hard to remember that somewhere, outside of the crazed and manic insides of a person's brain, there are other people with other people brains possibly also freaking out. About the same thing. Because months is probably a really long time to wait before going on a date? Like a real Date. Because it kind of has to be real now. It's serious and he's serious (Not that he wasn't also serious about eating 80 churros with Lucas. But this is different. This is serious with intent. Capital letters Serious.) and, god, he should have done this forever ago and then this wouldn't be as big of a deal. It would just be another date. Instead of a Date.

Should he have picked something fancier? Shit, he should've picked something fancier. He's never going to be able to afford something actually fancy ever again and now he's gone and wasted it on - Well, okay, not wasted? Because it looks - Or he thinks it looks like something Lucas would like? Google had certainly painted a convincing enough picture?

So Bash maybe beams at the guy manning the scanner with a crazed sort of panic catching at the very corners of his mouth the collar of his shirt is maybe making an attempt to slowly asphyxiate him and Lucas looks - well, Lucas always looks like the nicest thing he's ever seen? So that's not new. And he maybe misses like the first three words out of his boyfriend's mouth to blinking kind of stupidly.

"Um?" he says, spinning to face Lucas and sort of idly hoping not to trip over a kiosk. "That's - a good wow? Not a - good lord wow?"