We both swiped right when I was on holiday in town interviewing for a few Universities but didn’t start talking until I flew home. After weeks of talking.. getting to know each other.. flirting.. sharing cheeky photos… impressing each other more and more, I was finally on my way to see you for the first time after moving interstate to start school the following month. The anticipation was incredible. There was something about you, since the first time we talked, that drove me wild about you. I was hooked; you occupied many of my waking thoughts.
I arrived at the small mall where we’d agreed to meet and messaged you to say I was there, and asked where you wanted to meet me. You told me to meet you at a bar and cafe, so I went on a little adventure to go find it. With every step I was more nervous and excited, and slightly turned on replaying our flirtatious messages in my head. I spotted you sitting, waiting for me, and walked up and tapped you on the shoulder. You turned around and stood up, and we locked eyes for a moment. I grabbed you and pulled you in close for a hug, and went to kiss you on the side of the cheek, accidentally missing and grazing your earlobe with my lips. I felt your body jolt the tiniest bit, and leaned away to kiss you on the cheek properly, then pulling your seat out for you to sit down.