The Hangout

It was around 7 PM, he said he would come around 9.

I was excited, but nervous. I didn't expect him to ask me to hangout. It was crazy, and I didn't know what to say!

I walk around my apartment, dusting off some things. My apartment has always been cleaned since the day I got it. I don't want him to think I'm some clean freak, but I don't want him to also think I don't care about my apartment. I do care, I really do. I'm lucky I even have this place.

In the meantime, I'm fixing up some snacks and beverages. I brought out a bottle of red wine and a bowl of buttery popcorn. When I was setting them on the table, that's when I heard my doorbell ring. I felt that same feeling of nervousness rush over me. I had butterflies in my stomach just seeing his face pop up in my head or whenever we talked.

I realized I had just been standing there, then rushed over to the door. I placed my hand on the door knob, before abruptly taking it off. I fixed my hair a little bit, then opened the door revealing a handsome man.

His hair had been slicked back, and a silver earring on his right ear. He wore a neat dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up, black jeans that fit him perfectly, and dress shoes.

(ok this is like all i could get in for now, sorry. i aint too motivated to write anymore but im trying.)