The knock on the door startled her. It wasn’t that she didn’t expect the knock, they had made the appointment together, but rather that she had lost herself in thought again.
The knock came again and she felt the flutter of the butterflies in her stomach. It was her final term in school and there was no concern over graduating, that was practically a foregone conclusion. Yet her teacher had recommended to the class that they practice their services on friends and acquaintances. The idea being that at this point, hands-on practice was the best way to learn. And that was what she had done, bringing it up in conversations whenever she felt it appropriate. She brought it up in front of him, in the groups they were a part of, hoping, but not expecting, that he would take her up on it. She was pleasantly surprised when he had suggested a time, and with a little back and forth, they had ended up here, at this time, with him standing outside her apartment door. Knocking. For the second time.