He looks at her. Shifting a bit. Nodding his head to what she was saying. "I might not have been but...his actions seemed planned. Not spontaneous. It was like he hated me because I'm a fae." He says softly. He couldn't look at her yet. She might still laugh at his odd attempt at asking the beautiful girl out. He wasn't sure how to go about it. He was unexperienced. She might like a man more experienced in things. Sexually and otherwise. He had none of that experience. He looked up as she spoke. Nodding his head to her words. She was right. He needed to tell his father that. He wanted to live life his way. He enjoyed singing and dancing. Not ALL of his classes dealt with the business world. Quite a few were dealing with creative arts. He wanted to be the best singer and dancer he could be. He wanted to incooperate all forms of art and writing. He wanted to be successful. Like his mother was starting to be before...before the car bombing.<br/><br/>He shakes his head to clear his thoughts. "You are right. He won't may be...he will be. I don't want you to get involved. When I tell him he is going to blow a gasket but...you don't know anything. I want you to keep your job. You in line for more than just the pay raise. Your in line for a promotion." He says. "You didn't hear it from me though." He says with a soft smile. Looking at her and saw her beautiful golden brown eyes get wide and flushed bright red. Watching her reaction. Smiling a bit. Flushing deep red at her very handsome guy comment. His own eyes widened and this showed when those glasses fell down again. He runs a hand through his hair. Beet red now. "Really? You want to go out with me? You really think I'm very handsome?" He says. Stammering a bit in a cute way. "I am glad. I want to try it too." He says. Smiling and wraps her in a hug after getting up. Kissing her cheek lightly. "Thank you for not laughing at me."<br/><br/>He thinks. "If you wouldn't mind...maybe you can help me find some nicer glasses. Ones that fit me better and don't hide my face as much. If...if you think it will help. I mean...I wear these ones because I hide from people. I think...I think our friendship will make me more confident. I am not confident in myself." He lets her go and sits back down. Drinking his tea again. "You make me feel that way though. Like I am confident. Like I am good looking. You make my heart skip a beat every time I look at you. I have never felt this way before."<br/><br/>He smiles at her. "I am happy now. I am happier than I have been since my mother was killed in that car bombing when I was fourteen." He says softly. "Thank you for...restoring some confidence in me. You bring out...a side of me I didn't know I had for real. A more confident and less unconfident me." He smiles at her. "When is your birthday? Oh! There is a concert that I am singing and dancing at. Would you...go with me? Be my moral support? There is going to be talent scouts there that day."