Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Simon nervously fiddled with the bow tie around his neck.
He and Mike were finally a couple. They'd been dodging their feelings for each other for months now but that thankfully changed on New Years.
Despite still fidgeting with his tie, he let out a contented sigh, feeling his wires heat up from the memory.
It was maybe a week after that when Mike drudged up to him, his face redder than foxy, and mumbled aggressively, asking if they could go out on a date sometime. Of course Simon said yes.
Simon wouldn't lie if he said that was one of the funniest and cutest things that's happened while working at Freddy's..... or in his life in general now that he thinks about it.
A loud knocking from the door interrupts Simon's thoughts. He can tell who it was right away just from the sheer volume of knocking. As much as Simon likes thinking about Mike, it's not as good as being around the real deal.
After one more quick, anxious adjustment of his bow-tie and a once over of his outfit, (a dress shirt with a bow-tie and overalls.) he exited the bathroom and wiredly made his way to the door.
Feeling himself shaking, Simon took a deep breath, and opened the door.
There stood Mike, wearing a white button-up shirt and khakis. In one hand, he's holding a bouquet of roses, the other hand seems to frozen, held up as if it was still knocking on the door. Mike himself looks petrified, a strained smile on his face as he tries to look less fucking nervous about the date than he already was.
Neither of them say anything at first, both trying to calm their nerves and gather their thoughts. Simon ends up being the first one to speak.
"H-hey, Mike." He stammered. Alright, weak start, but surely he'll say something clev- "I see you got me flowers." Simon observed meekly. Mike stared dumbly at the flowers for about two seconds before responding; "Uh, yeah."
....The narrator can already tell that this was going to be a trainwreck, to say the least.
Mike roughly and rather awkwardly thrusted the roses into Simon's hands: "Here are your shitty flowers." He said with a bristly tone to his voice.
"Oh, um t-thank you Mike. That's very uh thoughtful of you." Simon stuttered. Simon gestured Mike to come in while he tried to find a vase to put the flowers in. As he searched around the apartment, Simon started to remember something........ sh*t, he didn't have a vase!
Simon turned around, hoping Mike didn't notice his realization or panic but found he was already too late. Mike's eyes were wide, and a look of frustration started to smear itself onto his face.
"Fucking hell... I'm so stupid. You don't have a VASE!" Mike started angrily screeching like a pterodactyl.
Simon tried to calm Mike down, but he kept on screaming. "WHAT KIND OF BOYFRIEND FORGETS THAT HIS BOYFRIEND DOESN'T HAVE A VASE?!"
While usually fine with Mike's screaming, tonight it seemed to stress Simon out a lot. "IT'S A NORMAL MISTAKE!!! IT'S FINE!! FOR HECK'S SAKE MIKE YOU DON'T LIVE HERE!"
Mike glared at Simon: "Shut up. You have me over here enough that I should know that by now."
Mike's voice got softer, and started looking down, almost ashamed. Simon's expression and body began to soften, seeing Mike in this state.
Mike sighed shakily, having some pent up rage in him still. "I just don't want to mess this up. It's my first time really doing this and I don't want to fuck it up for you."
