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It had all been leading to this. The sms’, the chats, the constant flirting. A date. See, ……. and I had only met once before and exchanged numbers. I wonder why, because we had not seemed to hit it off that one time. We had sat across from each other but had barely exchanged a word, each of us preferring to talk to the people we were more familiar with. But today, it was going to be just him and me.

I was nervous. What if I did not like him? What if he did not like me? What if we only got along perfectly on phone. On the computer. In our heads. I arrived at the venue a lil late. I saw him first. Seated alone, seemingly engrossed with his phone. I stood still, wondering. Wondering what I would say to him. Wondering whether I should start with a joke, whether to shake his hand or whether to reach for the hug, whether he would think that was presumptuous of me. I wondered what he was thinking about. I wondered what I was doing there.

I sucked in my stomach, and walked over towards him…