"Ugh!" I exclaim as I push the vending machine. "Come on!"

Just what I need. After a three hour class and a twelve hour shift at the hospital and another three hour class, I can't get a simple snack because the vending machine is crap. All I want is some pretzels. Maybe a Dr Pepper. Is that too much to ask?

I hit the glass again and lean my head against the glass. I only look up when I hear my bag of pretzels fall.

"Yes!" I smile as I get my little bag of pretzels from the machine. I turn to leave my small pity party when I run into a pressed suit and a hot cup of coffee. "Son of a biscuit! I am so sorry. I didn't see you there."

The man I ran into holds his now empty coffee out from him with one hand while taking out a white handkerchief from his pocket.

"No worries. I should have gone around you."

Looking up at him, I'm speechless. He's handsome. Very handsome. He's wearing a gray suit, with a white button-up shirt. Sadly the shirt now has a brown stain on it. On the upside, it's making the shirt stick to his stomach. I shuffle back a bit.

I shrug. "Maybe, but but I don't usually walk." I wince, rubbing my head. Looking up from his stomach to his eyes. His head tilted slightly, amusement in his eyes. "Usually? No, I- I do walk, but I usually look before I walk. Thats- That's what I usually do."

I realize I'm looking at the man's shoes. Gosh, I rambled. I just rambled in front of this incredibly cute guy.

Then I hear him chuckle. "You, uh, think I'm cute and usually walk? Got it."

I snap my head up. My eyes grow wide. The man actually laughs. "I said that out loud?!"

The man nods as he reaches around me to throw away his coffee cup. I try to become smaller against the machine by hugging my books close to my chest, but his arm and body still brush against me. I swallow over the nervousness when his body is against mine for a brief moment. For that moment, I was sure he could hear how fast my heart was beating.

I get nervous so easily.

"Elijah Mikaelson." He announces as he leans back. "A pleasure to meet you, Miss...?" He extends his hand.

"Bailey! Bailey Grayson." I adjust my bag on my shoulder and the books in my arms to my left hip. Carefully, I take his hand. Aside from the stickiness from the coffee, his hand is warm.

Not the time, Bailey.

"It's, um, it's very nice to meet you as well. Let me- Let me get you some clothes or something to pay for that wonderful suit that I just ruined."

Elijah shrugged. "That won't be necessary. Unless you would like to repay me by... Oh, I don't know..." Elijah leans closer to me. "A date?"

I nearly dropped my books. Elijah's hands catch the main portion of my books. "A, um, a date? Really?"

"If you don't want to..."

"I do!" I say a bit too quickly and too loudly. I clear my throat as Elijah grins. I nudge his shoulder. "Shut up. I mean sure."

"What do you want to do?" We ask at the same time.

I shake my head, a grin coming across my face.

Elijah grins again. "Friday night. 6 o'clock. You decide what we do."

I chew on my bottom lip. "Movie night?"

"Movie night," Elijah confirms. "Your place?"
I shuffle my feet. "Um... how about the movie theater in town? They have a pretty large variety of movies."

"You don't trust me to come to your place?" He asks as his eyes dance with something I can't quite place.

"No, no, it isn't that." I adjust my books and bag again. "Just a personal thing."

Elijah nods. "Okay. Dinner first or should we eat at the theater?"

"Before. If not, you won't get any popcorn." I chuckle as I remember the last time I went to the movies. The poor guy I went with got a piece or two of the jumbo popcorn beforehand. The rest went into my belly.

He nods again. "Alright. I'll see you Friday at 6 then."

A smile tugs at the corner of my mouth when I remember his last name. Mikaelson... "Do you like in the huge mansion?"

Elijah's smile falters. "Yes. It belongs to my family."

Oh crap. He probably thinks I'm a gold digger...

"I ask because I walk by there on my way to school. I can swing by there and we can walk together. Unless you would like to drive... That can work too."

Elijah thinks for a bit. His eyes squint while he tilts his head. "I don't mind if we walk. I don't care for driving anyway."

"Me either. Too much road rage." I joke. "Well, Elijah, I will see you on Friday at 6 o'clock. Later."

I readjust my bag. Carefully I look behind me and move around Elijah so I can move through the hall. I don't usually have dates because of school and work. But I have never been more excited for a Friday than I am right now.