"Coming!" Iris yelled as she hurried to the front door. She pulled it open to see the cute guy who'd moved into the house across the street standing on the steps, his hand raised as if to keep on knocking.
"Uh...you're Iris, right?" he asked, and Iris nodded. "I'm Barry. Allen, um…"
"Did you want something?" Iris asked a few seconds after he trailed off.
"Oh, yeah, um...would you- do you have any, uh, sugar? I was going to do some baking, but I don't have any," Barry said, tilting his head down as if to try to hide the blush creeping up his cheeks, and Iris thought he is so adorable.
"As a matter of fact, I do," she replied, and Barry looked back up, an adorably flustered expression on his face. "How much do you need?"
"Uh...a cup, I think," Barry replied.
"I'll be right back with that," Iris said, and hurried to the kitchen to measure out the sugar into a measuring cup. Once she was done, she went back and handed the cup to Barry. "Here you go," she said.
"Thank you, Iris," Barry replied with a grin, then turned and walked back across the street into his house.
Barry let out a groan as he sank onto the floor, making sure to keep the measuring cup in his hand undamaged. He'd been trying to gather up the courage to ask out Iris for weeks- he'd even practiced in front of a mirror- but when she'd opened the door, all of his preparations went right out the window. It was like he was back in high school, trying to ask out Becky Cooper.
At least he'd managed to carry out a semi-coherent conversation, even though he'd been lying through his teeth about baking. You'd think that someone as good at chemistry wouldn't have any trouble baking, but despite years of trying, Barry couldn't bake to save his life.
Barry sighed, then stood back up. As he went to his kitchen, he pulled out his phone and texted Felicity.
I tried and failed, but I also didn't completely embarrass myself.
He went over to the trash can and was about the dump the sugar in, but then he realized that that would be a complete waste of sugar. He poured it into his sugar jar instead- God knew he liked his morning coffee sweet, and it wouldn't be wasted there.
Barry's phone dinged, and he pulled it out to see that Felicity had texted him back. Oh well. Maybe next time?
We'll see, he replied.