30 Romances

Prompt #1. Cold feet

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Okay. Breathe. One… two… three. In, out. You can do this, Sentinel.

Or at least, that was what he told himself. On the outside, he was shaking like a leaf in the wind, trying to keep from debating with himself about whether he should wait or not.

Yes… no. Yes… no. Yes, this is it, I’m going to say it, she’s going to be thrilled. No, I’m not going to say it, she’d laugh in my face.

“Hello there, Sentinel.”

The blue Autobot let out a yelp and whirled around, frowning when he saw Optimus standing before him.

“Hey, Optimus. Could you, uh, come back later?” He said unsubtly. “I’m kind of busy, at the moment.”

Optimus raised an optic ridge and grinned. “You’re going to try to tell Elita you like her, aren’t you?”

“How did you—ugh. So what if I am?”

“You should probably do it now.” Optimus leaned closer. “She’s coming this way.” With a less-than-helpful smirk and thumbs-up, he hurried away, leaving Sentinel to turn to the object of his affections.

“Hey, Sentinel. What’s up?” Elita gave a winning smile, and every ounce of courage he’d built up drained right out of his feet.

“Not much.” He said, words coming out of his mouth before they’d even fully completed their rounds in his processor. “Just wondering if you’d like to come to lunch with me and Optimus? I’ll pay.”

“Sure!” She said happily. “Just let me go put this away.” She gestured with the weapon she was holding before turning and walking off, leaving Sentinel to wonder what had just happened. When it finally processed, he sighed.

“Damnit.”