"I've had your brownies, I know they're good." He offers just to maybe get that smile back, though he appreciates the red ears. That way he at least knows that he's getting right through to him, just like he wants to.

"We are, though...I was wondering." Krem swallows, tapping his cup nervously on the table, "You um, you interested in going out tomorrow? The boy's and I usually go to the bar after work." He takes the last sip of his latte, knows how nervous he must sound, must look, but at least he's getting words out. He had asked JW to dinner over text. Actually asking him to go out in person was harder, even if it was easy to talk to him.

"It'd be on me."