Shawn pov
After hesitating for a while, I rang her bell in the morning. She had told me that she would be prepared in the morning. Minutes ticked. Wondering if she forgot, or overslept, I rang the bell once again.
"I'm coming," I heard her melodious voice.
So she is up. Chuckling to myself, I looked at my feet. The door flung open after a few minutes. I looked up, grinning, only for my eyes to bulge out of their sockets.
"You look great!" I blurted out, earning a weird glance from her.
Damn! My tongue.
"Uh… thank you, Shawn," she replied as a bashful smile curved her lips.
She wasn't dressed up. Yet, a simple button-up shirt and a figure-hugging pair of skinny jeans with minimal makeup made her look like a runway model.
"You also look good." She said as she stepped out of the apartment and locked the door. An awkward silence filled the atmosphere. Good Lord, I never found it hard to deal with anyone before. But this was hard. Negotiating with Ging was hard.