[ The second he knocks on the door, his own nerves start settling in. It's so weird to him sometimes -- Buck 1.0 never got nervous. The Buck that misappropriated fire engines for booty calls and had risky sex in semi-public places was smooth, overly confident, immune to things such as nervousness and anxiety. Caring adds a whole new layer to things.

As easy as it was to be Buck 1.0, there's no chance of him going back to that. He likes dating. Committing. Working towards a stable future with another person. And as of late, he's found himself wanting to build that future with Rey.

It's hard not to. She's wicked smart and impossibly sweet and absolutely gorgeous. He loves spending time with her, learning more about her. The timing feels right, but he's definitely been wrong about timing before.

Hopefully not this time.

Rey opens the door and seeing her-- it settles his nerves just a little bit. Like part of him just needed to know that this lovely little weekend was actually happening. ]

Hey. [ He gives a soft, almost shy grin as he steps past her into the cozy apartment. ] Work was busy, always busy. Wasn't sure I was gonna get off on time for a minute there. Here, uh-- I brought desert. And flowers.

[ He holds out both the bouquet and the tiramisu. ]

I guess maybe I should've found out if you're a flower person first. Oh, hey-- did you know flowers have a language?

[ ADD thy name is Buck. ]