Kian didn’t get nervous often and he found that he wasn’t a fan of the emotion. He was tapping his foot neurotically beneath the wooden table he was sitting at, grateful that the surface hid his fidgeting from the rest of the small coffee shop’s occupants. 

He attributed the majority of his nerves to the fact that he was going behind his girlfriend’s back by doing this but reminded himself that he was doing this for her. 

“I’m glad you’re doing this because no ...