This is a bit of a d/l drabble
He notices her as she walks into the lab. She brown waves in her hair cascade down her back. Her hips sway just slightly as she walks to reach for her lab coat.
His hands start to shake. This is not like him, to be nervous. He feels like he is going to shut down. This is not like him.
He starts to rub his neck, rubbing it so hard that it turns beet red. His heart starts to race as he ponders what he is about to do. Will she agree? Or Disagree? He needs to know now.
He heads to her work station. Speaking becomes difficult for him and he jumbled his words a bit. She listens with a smile on her face and it encourages him to continue.
Her eyes plead for him to finish was he has started to say. She doesn't have to say anything; he knows the answer:
He requested a date with Montana.
She said yes.
Both go separate ways. She goes back to her apartment, he goes to his. Both prepare for a wonderful evening.
He arrives at her door; she looks beautiful. He leans in, gives her a daisy and leads her out into the warm night.
She did the unbelievable. She turned a man like Danny Messer into a nervous wreck in 10.5 seconds.
This is love.
