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“Would you like to go on a date? With me?”
She’s so awkward. She’s so cute. She’s so perfect. “I would love to.”
“Friday night?”
I nod. “That works.”
She nods. “Okay. Cool. I’ll text you later with details.”
“Sounds great.”
She turns and leaves, the door swinging shut behind her. I stand there baffled for a few seconds before I can register what just happened. Then, I’m so full of excitement, I resist the urge to pick Charity up and swing her around with glee.
46
Faye
It’sa perfect evening for a date.
The weather is finally cooling off and the fresh change in season has given the city a burst of energy.
I pull up in front of Eli’s apartment and wipe my palms on my dress. I’m nervous, but excited too. In all the times we’ve hung out together, we’ve never actually gone on a real date. It’s nice to be nervous for a date that you’re actually looking forward to.
I go up the stairs and give his door a soft knock. It opens almost immediately, and my heart firmly lodges itself in my throat when I see him standing there.
He’s styled his hair in a different way, his usual waves pushed back from his face. His facial hair is trimmed, and he looks so good I swoon a little. Our eyes stay fixed on each other as he steps back to hold his arm out for me to come in.
“Hi,” I say, breathless. I don’t think I’ve taken a single breath since he opened the door.
He leans down to hug me, wrapping his arms around my lower back. “You look beautiful,” he says into my hair.
His hug makes my nerves completely subside, and I’m left feeling the familiar warmth I always do with him.
“Thank you.” I wore the dress I bought that day we went shopping. I also exfoliated my body within an inch of its life and based on how he’s looking at me right now, I’m glad I did. “You look very handsome.”
He looks down at his outfit and smirks. “Hope you don’t mind the Hanes white tee.”
“I don’t mind it at all.” He looks like Eli. Relaxed, comforting, playful Eli. “Sorry I’m a little early.”
“That’s okay. I’ve been ready for two hours,” he admits. “I was a little eager.”
I smile up at him. “I was too.” I look around his place. It’s s single room, with a small kitchenette in the back. It’s small, but tidy. “I like your place.”
“Yeah, it’s been good to have my own little spot. You want to sit down?” He gestures to the couch.
I take a seat, and then it’s quiet. We both look around, as if thinking of something to say. Then we make eye contact and both start laughing.
“Can I get you something to drink?”
“Water would be good,” I say.
He grabs a couple of glasses from a shelf and fills them at the sink.
“Did you have to work today?” I ask.
He hands my glass to me. “My dad brought Pebbles by for a spa day.”
This makes me giggle, imagining the giant dog sitting there with cucumber slices over her eyes. “Good for Pebbles.”
