Hope shifted his weight between his left and right foot, then back again. He thrust into his pocket, revealing a small gleaming object in his hand. He took a deep breath, trying to keep his composure as he stared at the small doorbell before him. He fiddled with the object in his hand, steadying his breaths. Hope studied the door that was about to open for a few more moments before finally gathering himself and pushing his finger against the soft button of the doorbell.
The door opened with a small creak, revealing a beautiful young woman. Her hair seemed to be slightly curled as she deliberately threw it over her shoulder. Small patches of sun highlighted her pink hair, matching the complexion of her rosy cheeks and lip. She held a tall and straight posture, defining her perfectly shaped thighs. She was beyond beautiful, anybody could tell you that, especially Hope. Lightning Farron was truly breathtaking, a reason why Hope never failed to gape at her every time they encountered one another.
Lightning cocked a brow at Hope's unusual expression. He had his jaw slightly open staring wide eyed at her, as if her beauty froze him.
"Hope." Lightning said, sternly.
"You're staring again."
Hope snapped his jaw shut and shook his head. Looking down and reminding himself of what he actually came here to do.
"Ah, lightning- This-" he stumbled over the million of words that wanted to explode out of his mouth.
"You dropped this-!" he managed to squeeze out before he started to stutter. Lightning studied the object in Hope's hand as he held it out to her. She nodded, mumbling something barely audible to herself. A few moments of awkward silence passed before she took the object into her possession again.
"Thanks" she gave Hope that rare tuft of smile, the one that blew him off his feet. He fiddled with his fingers, running a hand through his hair. Lightning noticed the tense air around them, sighing she invited him in. Without thinking twice Hope accepted, stumbling over his own feet as he entered.
"I'll be a minute or two, just help yourself to the fridge." Lightning slipped back into her room, disappearing in a dash. Hope took a minute or two to really take in his scenery, studying every possession on display. The fact that the objects were owned by Lightning made them twice as special.
"What are you looking at?" Lightning poured herself a glass of water, giving Hope a little fright.
"Just your- ah- stuff, I guess." Hope bit his lip, slick move. Lightning resumed to gulping down her drink, tapping the bench top as she waited for Hope to make the next move.
"Lightning- I" the words rolled around his tongue as he said them in long breaths.
"Would you- sometime like to-" Pause.
"Light, would you like to go out-" his cheeks turning a shade of crimson.
"Could I take you out, one night?"
Lightning took heavy breaths, keeping her soldier-like composure.
"Hope, enough of that nonsense." she ruffled his hair, her lips parted a little.
"All you did was return a little something of mine, I'm pretty sure I don't owe you much."
Lightning nodded, releasing the hand that was running through Hope's silvery hair. Her smile displayed how much of a child she really thought hope was and the sincerity for his sweet attempt.
"Light, I'm not- I'm not joking." he kept a straight face trying to say the words as sternly as he possibly could.
"How cliché" Lightning mumbled, studying Hope's expression.
"Please just give me a chance- one night! Could you do this for me?" He bit hard into his bottom lip, staring at the brow furrowed in Lightning's forehead.
She took a look at his pleading face and sighed.
"Alright, just one night. Friday, and choose somewhere nice."
Hope's smile stretched to the end of his cheeks, his composure buckling beneath him as a ray of joy radiated through him.
"Thanks Light." Hope grinned as Lightning let out a slight smile, shaking her head. She was hoping that he would at least choose a nice restaurant.