Lunch Date âž³ Heir & Jonah
Heir didn't know how to feel. Was it a date? Was Jonah just trying to be nice? Boys were so much work, and Heir tried to focus his attention back on what he would be wearing. Pulling out a black sweater, blue beanie, and some blue jeans, he shoved them on; a feeling of unusual vanity running through him, once he found himself staring at the man in the mirror. He hadn't gone on a date in ages, and, if this was even a date, he wanted to make sure that he didn't mess it up. But, what if he did? What then? Biting down on his lip, he shook his head, grabbing his phone and slipping Vans on. Heir nearly sprinted to the cafe/bar, taking a seat at an empty table for two. He was way too early.
Jonah wouldn't describe himself as nervous, like most people were going on their dates, but Jonah, as cocky as it sounded, felt no reason to be nervous. Â Heir and he already had enough in common that he knew it wouldn't be awkward plus he already felt calmed in the other's presence, so he knew that it would be best just to relax. Â Leaving his house in a relaxed white vest-tank top, his usually black skinny-styled jeans, boots and a plaid shirt that he'd just recently bought, Jonah found himself speed walking, only slightly. Â Spotting the attractive man, Jonah found himself blushing as he entered the place, deciding he already liked the atmosphere of the place, but the sight of Heir, even more. Â
