Ian slipped his phone back into his pocket, just having sent his message to you; or well, an invitation, to be exact. He sent a brief message, only telling you to meet him on the usual bench outside. Ian plopped onto the bench himself, clacking his silver ring against the metal beneath him as his nervousness replaced his reserved façade, though not by much. His anticipation mounted as he waited, knowing that in just a few minutes he would finally risk everything and get off his chest what he'd held back for years. It was now or never--literally. While stressing your arrival, he weighed the risks of your rejection or acceptance. A couple of heavy minutes passed until Ian finally spotted you making your way toward him. His stomach twisted into a knot at the sight of you, his vulnerable emotions pounding his very chest. Ian had never felt this way before, and barely understood it himself. With an attempt at a steady sigh, he released any hesitation leftover and returned to his neutral state, focusing on the task at hand... a 'simple' confession.