That was a warm night Abby had expected to be perfect. Secretly she had daydreamed about this time since she was a little girl. She had wondered several times what it would be like. Would she be nervous? Would it be smooth as her favorite chocolate milkshake?
The afternoon previous to her big night, she could barely focus on the instructions she had received for the week. She kept looking at her watch to be sure she would arrive in time. She couldn't believe herself, was she really acting that way because of a guy?
Once he walked her home, she waited for him to lose in the shades to head to Kuki's home. When she arrived, the lights were all out and she guessed that Kuki was out as well. She could go back home but she was so disappointed she had to talk to someone. Without noticing, she ended up outside of Nigel's home, where she found light in his room.
She found him in his room writing frenetically.
"You're still up" Abby pointed out as she entered through the window.
"While you're out, fooling around with Maurice, someone has to plan the strategies, you know?"
Abby rolled her eyes before approaching to her friend to pull his wrist so he could stand up. She led him to the cozy love seat he had in front of the TV.
Nigel looked at her before turning his attention to the TV. She looked gorgeous, she never dressed like that before. Was that because of Maurice? What a waste.
"What?" She surprised him looking at her.
"How was your date?"
"It was alright."
"I thought you said it was not going to be a date."
She shrugged, staring at the TV and the blurry image of what would be a sitcom.
"Everything alright?" He started to unconsciously think about Maurice and Abby having a terrible time because he forced her to do something she didn't want. He only hoped she would say no.
"Ya know? It was everything alright. Everything was perfect! We laughed, we had ice cream, we even held hands."
"So I guess there'll be a second date?" Nigel fought against a hot wave inside him.
Abby shook her head side to side "Everything was as Abby expected. Maurice is such a nice guy. But..."
"But?!"
"He wasn't the guy I thought he would be. He's just... So normal and we... don't really have anything in common."
"Oh," he relaxed as he rested his back on the couch.
"Yeah. Abby was not being Abby with him around. It wasn't... comfortable."
She showed a cracked smile to her friend, whose eyes, hidden behind the sunglasses met with hers.
"Too bad" Nigel whispered in a slight smile.
He put his arm around her shoulders and, in silence, she leaned her head to his chest. It was a warm and safe place, she should've found before.
