Before Damon and Emily's date
Damon paced back and forth in his living room. He felt beads of sweat forming at his brow and shed his leather jacket on the chair next to him. What if she didn't want to do this? She would never break his heart over the phone; she was too good of a person to do that to him. Was she was coming here to say it wouldn't work out.
He asked her two weeks earlier wanting to go on a date. He had tried at different times throughout the week to get a read on where they stood. Asking question like "are you excited to eat at a fancy restaurant and a green day concert?" She responded with a "yes".
He would see how the night went before asking other questions, he was still pacing, his hands resting behind his back. He heard the doorbell ring and jumped to the door to open it. She stood outside his apartment, smoothing down her windblown hair she had curled and pinned half up . The door swung open. Damon stared at her for a few minutes before saying "Hi." Emily smiled and said "Hi." Back to him.
They stood there letting time pass, smiling at each other like a couple of idiots. He held his arms out and she took the step into them, wrapping her arms around his neck. Hugging her again was like he could breathe again after they stepped away from the hug he grabbed his jacket and took her hand and they walked out of his apartment and on the way to his car still with smiles on their faces.
