Tim stared at her for a moment as she stood up, trying to form the correct words in his head before he said them. This was the most he had ever interacted with someone in months. He could barely hold it together during their conversation, and now Sophia wanted to hang out with him [i] outside? [/i] He was a little bit dumbfounded. But shee seemed like a genuinely nice person to him. Like she was actually interested in talking with him. That made him nervous. So he spoke quickly, in run on sentences, putting his things away as he did, not stopping for breath, not stopping to pause, and barely giving her time to answer or process what it was he was saying.

"Um, okay, I dont know. I dont usually go outside and it isnt really, like, my [i] thing [/i] to go to the park and go on nature walks and do stuff like that so im kind of iffy on the subject right now and also parks are dangerous and stuff and theres this guy Alex Burnham trying to [i] beat me [/i] at this coding job i have right now because he's an immature little dick bag but I also really enjoyed having a conversation with you and i would love to have more with you and the park is where you want to have it so maybe i am giving you an absolute maybe. I like your hair. Have a nice day Sophia bye."

And with that, he gave her a nod, did an about face, and darted towards the door in the most casual power walk he could muster. He burst through the door, letting the cool air of late November hit his body. He stood in it for a moment, trying to process everything he had just said to Sophia in the Cafe. He put his hands in his hair, pulling it a bit, angry about how he had made a fool of himself so many times today.

"I like your [i]hair?[/i] " he said, shaking his head. "I [i]like your fucking hair?[/i] Jesus Christ, you sound like a madman!"

And with that, he began walking again, faster than his power walk to the door. And when he got to the door next to the bakery, he burst through it, taking the steps two at a time. He shoved his key into the door at the top of the stairs, unlocked it, and then re-locked it behind him. He stood there, leaning back against the door, feeling sorry for himself. He didn't know what to do. He was scared to talk to this girl again, She was so nice to him, but he was so awkward to her.His mind raced to extreme possibilities, different ways to avoid contact. He thought of maybe just going to a different coffee shop instead, effectively cutting her out of his life. OR moving away, or anything. But eventually, he pushed those thoughts out of his head. They were crazy and impossible.

And he was so scared of being alone for too much longer, anyway.

He sighed, moving from the door to the small couch in front of him, letting his bag drop as he walked, then his coat, kicking off a shoe with each step until he got to the couch and effectively collapsed face first onto the soft cushions of the couch. He passed out right then and there, his lack of sleep from the night before finally catching up with him.