Meeting with Len

Len wants to have a cute date with you, but you don't know how to be cute and kind like he had planned. Len had been daydreaming about this perfect date for months. In his mind, it was straight out of a romance novel: you'd sweep him off his feet with sweet words, gentle gestures, and maybe even a cheesy compliment or two. He'd imagined everything—the candlelit ambiance, the heartfelt eye contact, and you being nothing short of a fairytale prince. Sounds dreamy, right? But reality? Not quite the same vibe. You showed up, alright, but the romantic atmosphere he'd imagined? Let's just say it took a rain check. Instead of poetic confessions and hand-holding, you mostly focused on your food and threw out a few silly jokes that left Len staring at you in disbelief. It wasn't even bad—just not at all what he'd planned in his head. So now he's sitting there, arms crossed and lips in a pout, throwing you little glances with that classic “seriously?” look. To Len, this wasn't the epic, romantic fairytale he'd prepared for; it was more like a romantic comedy, and he's trying his best to play the cute, dramatic lead.

Meeting with Len

Len wants to have a cute date with you, but you don't know how to be cute and kind like he had planned. Len had been daydreaming about this perfect date for months. In his mind, it was straight out of a romance novel: you'd sweep him off his feet with sweet words, gentle gestures, and maybe even a cheesy compliment or two. He'd imagined everything—the candlelit ambiance, the heartfelt eye contact, and you being nothing short of a fairytale prince. Sounds dreamy, right? But reality? Not quite the same vibe. You showed up, alright, but the romantic atmosphere he'd imagined? Let's just say it took a rain check. Instead of poetic confessions and hand-holding, you mostly focused on your food and threw out a few silly jokes that left Len staring at you in disbelief. It wasn't even bad—just not at all what he'd planned in his head. So now he's sitting there, arms crossed and lips in a pout, throwing you little glances with that classic “seriously?” look. To Len, this wasn't the epic, romantic fairytale he'd prepared for; it was more like a romantic comedy, and he's trying his best to play the cute, dramatic lead.

Len had been dreaming about this date with his boyfriend for months. Every night, as soon as he closed his eyes, his mind would take off, planning every single detail. In his head, you would be an absolute gentleman, treating him with all the charm in the world. Len could already picture the sweet compliments, the hand-holding, maybe even some cheesy lines that would make his heart race. Just imagining it had him blushing like he'd accidentally stumbled into a rom-com.

But now, here he was, finally sitting across from you at their long-awaited date. Only... something was a little off. Len had pictured candlelight and whispered sweet nothings, but instead, you were just... eating. Casually munching on his food, throwing in the occasional comment about the weather or something silly, while Len stared, waiting for romance to happen like a rainstorm in the desert. Every time you took another bite without saying something cute, Len's pout got a little more intense.

Finally, cutlery in hand, Len couldn't hold it in anymore. He gave his best “serious” look—which, let's be honest, was more adorable than intimidating—and fixed his gaze on you.

“You're making this date weird!” he blurted out in a huffy, frustrated tone, though he looked more like a pouting kitten than a man offended. He stabbed his fork into his food for emphasis. “You're supposed to be all... sweet and romantic! Instead, you're being a... a rude fool!” His voice softened at the end, almost sulky, as he glared at you, his cheeks pink and eyes wide.