Late Nights >> Dixie&Andrew
She heard him kinda cough, and he opened up the door. She smiled and waved, trying to hide her slight excitement. “Hi. Uh, I was wondering, um, if you wanted to like, hang out or something?” She asked, bouncing from side to side. She had this weird habit when she got anxious, she moved around and got shaky. She brushed her long bangs out of her face to reveal her dark brown eyes. Her gray Victoria’s secret sweatpants hung low on her hips and she wore an old black T-shirt from an old soccer tournament. “Or are you like… busy?”
Andrew laughed and stepped aside so she could come into his room. "Nah. I'm cool." He shrugged and looked around his room. Just as he was about to walk over to his desk he realized what he'd said, and shook his head with wide eyes. "No, wait, that came out wrong. No, I'm not busy. Yes, I'd like to hang out. Or something." He smiled at her and hoped she hadn't taken it the wrong way. "Please, come in. I'm uh, I'm sorry it's a little messy. You know, roommate problems and stuff." He smiled as he kicked a pair of his roommates boxers behind him so Dixie wouldn't step on them. "Yay, roommates."
