It was almost 9 and he would be showing up soon..if he had gathered the gumption to go through with actually seeing her that is.
She was so nervous she had cleaned the same spot on the counter several times and checked the mirror for the 100th time. She had no idea what to expect or even if this would be the last time she saw him.
He texted her “I’m here”. Her heart was pounding and she tried to calmy open the door to beckon him into her house. He was really here!
She stood on tip toe and wrapped her arms around him. Ugh why did he have to smell sooo goood!
He said he couldn’t stay long and her heart sank thinking how long she would be able to be around him.
She offered him a drink and had some slow jams from the 90s playing low in the background.
She could see how nervous he was to even in her living room. He would barely look her straight on in the face but anytime she turned his eyes were glued on her.