"It's 6:38, Javi and your reservations are for 7:15; if you don't hurry up you'll be late."
Javier groaned, "I know, Lanie."
"Then why aren't you dressed yet?" She rolled her eyes watching Javier search through his drawers.
"I can't...there's nothing to wear." He ran his hands through his hair.
"What's wrong with what you're wearing?" She gestured to his blue collared shirt and jeans.
"Do you think Kevin will like it? I mean what if I overdress or underdress and he gets upset." Espo went to head back to his closet, but Lanie grabbed his arm.
She smiled and raised her eyebrows, "We're talking 'bout the same Kevin right? The same man that leaves you Hershey kisses in your desk at work because he can't physically kiss you?"
Esposito's cheeks pinked at the comment. "You know about that?"
Lanie nodded her head and laughed, "You'd have to be blind to not notice every other attempt for a quicky he tries to pull as well, but he loves you so I won't blame him too much." She smiled and fixed his collar.
"So he'll like this?" Javi mumbled looking himself over for the millionth time. "He better because I bought this goddamn shirt because it matched his eyes."
Lanie laughed and rolled her eyes causing Esposito to narrow his eyes. "What?"
Lanie leaned up an kissed his cheek, "Boy, you are so whipped." She winked before leaving his room.
Javi shook his head and called after her, "What? Kev's the whipped one!" He argued, but he bite his nail in thought looking down at his shirt. Maybe he was the whipped one...