*(this is my first story ever, so constructive feedback is welcome ?)*
I was entering the hotel lobby at 8PM, as requested by Mister, happy to have kept to punctuality since that it sometimes difficult for me. Entering the hotel lobby is already making my heart beat faster since I am feeling a myriad of emotions meeting Mister for the first time. I am happy, scared, trepidatious, elated, apprehensive, coy and curious. Maybe I am wobbling a little on my legs since I am fully understanding the severity and realness of this situation. No longer is it chatting with an online mysterious person who I am a little in awe of, but actually inches and minutes away from seeing, touching, hearing, subjecting. It does things to my body and my mind. Very shy, insecure, unsure and hesitant all of a sudden, I still manage to scramble my brain for the room number and make my way to the elevator. The ride up is agonizingly slow as I start questioning my presence here.
*Is this actually a good idea? Am I crazy? Is this going too far? Do I really need to explore this? My mind is making me doubt the surety I felt when making this appointment*.