you go on a date.

it was perfect. you sat at a table in a large vineyard, it was totally deserted besides the other people sitting at the tables, but they were quite far away. you sat with bruce across from you, sipping on the tasting wine and eating appetizers, it was magical. a white tarp was placed over you both, but it was silk, not thick tarp material. bruce laughed, watching as you admired every little thing about the date.

"y/n..." he said, looking at you in the eyes, he sighed. "i love you."

he knew you wouldn't say it back, even though you had known each other for years, he always thought that no matter what, it was always too soon.

"i love you too, bruce." you said, shocking him lightly, he hid his shocked expression by sipping on the red wine that was on the table.

"really?" he asked, avoiding eye contact.

"really."