He enters the room with eyes that never quite meet yours, clutching the lapels of a perfectly tailored tweed jacket worn over a slightly mismatched shirt. His fingers tap an uneven rhythm against his thigh as he approaches the bar, rehearsing his order three times before speaking it once. When he finally sits, it's at the edge of the stool, as if prepared for a hasty retreat. To taste Socially Awkward is to experience the beautiful tension between hesitation and bold sincerity. The first sip presents the earthy agave notes of non-alcoholic tequila—clean and present, yet somehow reserved. Fresh lime circles nervously around the palate, bright and acidic, like words practiced but never spoken aloud. Then comes the jalapeño—an unexpected flash of courage, heat rising to the cheeks like the moment of truth when one finally speaks their mind. Just when the warmth might overwhelm, sweet pineapple rushes in to soothe and comfort, offering tropical reassurance that lingers long after the initial shock has passed. Each element dances awkwardly but earnestly together, creating something that surprises with its complexity and authenticity—much like discovering the rich inner world of someone who speaks little but feels deeply.