Imagine Newt Scamander running after you, because you left your jacket behind. And him being such a cinnamon roll that he is, Newt ran all the way across town to find you and give it back to you.
The out of breath Newt helps you put on the jacket and stutters, “M-maybe since we’re out… Y-you might… Suppose you might like to eat out with me, if you’d like?”
And you say yes and say, “Thanks for brining me my jacket. You didn’t have to!”
And Newt just smiles and looks admiringly down at you, and whispers more to himself, “Anything for you.”