The German Maid and Depression

Ben was quietly sitting on a balcony, high up in a castle-styled building, once again insomnia was affecting his sleep schedule. The only thought in his head was of George, the person he met last night on the train station just after arriving to London for his job. Unlike other people Ben was not interested in boring jobs like doctors, builders or others. Ben was a maid, a male maid, a rare profession in todays world. In his guts he felt butterflies rumbling, this feeling was making him both nervous and excited. What does this feeling mean? Is George the cause of this?