[When she hears him through the door, she can't help her chuckle and the roll of her eyes. Of course he wouldn't knock.
Still, she walks over, barefoot on creaking floorboards, and throws the door open to him, eyes traveling over him. She raises an eyebrow with a smile as she leans against the door.]
What, no flowers?
[She makes way for him to step inside, tucking hair behind her ear.]
Food's almost ready. You don't need me to tell you where to sit, right?
[ Matt shrugs, though he'll definitely beat himself up internally for not being more romantic. Maybe he should've brought some wine. Shit. He is so bad at this normal dating thing.
Still he manages to make it through the door, following behind her. She sounds lovely, the soft sound of her dress and bare feet echoing along with the smell of her apartment and how comfortable she is in her space, just at home like this. He can tell the dress she's wearing is one of her favorites, it smells richly of her and sounds more worn than a new dress would. She must look beautiful. She certainly looks it to him.
He leaves his cane by the door and walks up to the table she's set up for them. ]
Nah, it's all good. You can open the wine if you want.
[She slides a bottle over to him, their fingers brushing over it. She stills for a second, before chuckling to herself.]
This shouldn't be awkward. Why is this awkward?
[They've seen each other at their worst. They've helped each other through their worst. Why now, now that they agreed on doing this, having a real date, why is it all so strange? Why is she so nervous?]
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Still, she walks over, barefoot on creaking floorboards, and throws the door open to him, eyes traveling over him. She raises an eyebrow with a smile as she leans against the door.]
What, no flowers?
[She makes way for him to step inside, tucking hair behind her ear.]
Food's almost ready. You don't need me to tell you where to sit, right?
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[ Matt shrugs, though he'll definitely beat himself up internally for not being more romantic. Maybe he should've brought some wine. Shit. He is so bad at this normal dating thing.
Still he manages to make it through the door, following behind her. She sounds lovely, the soft sound of her dress and bare feet echoing along with the smell of her apartment and how comfortable she is in her space, just at home like this. He can tell the dress she's wearing is one of her favorites, it smells richly of her and sounds more worn than a new dress would. She must look beautiful. She certainly looks it to him.
He leaves his cane by the door and walks up to the table she's set up for them. ]
Anything I can do to help?
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[She slides a bottle over to him, their fingers brushing over it. She stills for a second, before chuckling to herself.]
This shouldn't be awkward. Why is this awkward?
[They've seen each other at their worst. They've helped each other through their worst. Why now, now that they agreed on doing this, having a real date, why is it all so strange? Why is she so nervous?]